cobraka-i

[cobraka-i]

Dark sensei wolf? I can't get enough.

Maybe Miyago-Do reader and he corners her while she's training in the gym of the hotel during the competition? Possessive?

𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | in the midst of the sekai taikai tournament, you find yourself training alone in the hotel gym when wolf corners you, his presence overwhelming. what begins as a simple encounter quickly turns into a battle of control and desire, as he refuses to let you escape

warnings | dark!wolf, possessive, intense sexual tension, manipulation, forceful touching, power dynamics

word count | 0.9 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ��𐭩

The night had fallen over the hotel where the Sekai Taikai tournament was taking place. The bustle of the event still resonated in other parts of the complex, but the hotel gym remained quiet, except for the muffled sound of your fists hitting the punching bag. It was the only thing you could do to clear your mind after a day filled with confrontations, strategies, and the constant pressure of knowing everything was about to culminate in a decisive fight. You weren’t thinking about anyone else, just training and perfecting the moves you needed for the next round.

Sweat ran down your forehead as you repeated punch after punch. Strike after strike, as if each one was a burst of frustration, a way to leave behind everything that distracted you from what mattered most. The weight of the gym and the feel of your gloves were like a barrier between you and the outside world.

But then, something changed. A soft sound, barely perceptible, as if someone had entered the room. At first, you didn’t hear it, but something in the air shifted. The atmosphere became heavy. A slight crunch under their feet, and then… the sensation of being watched. You turned your head slightly, and there he was. Only a few meters away, with his intense gaze fixed on you.

Somehow, his presence enveloped you, surrounded you without him making a single movement. You knew he was watching you, as he always did, but something felt different this time. Something dark, something that made you stop in the middle of your training, not even knowing why.

You turned slightly toward him, but you tried to hide the knot forming in your stomach. Why did he always manage to make you feel this way? You didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn’t stop feeling his gaze burning into your skin, relentless, demanding.

"You’re still training at this hour," he said, his deep voice filling the air with a tone you couldn’t ignore. "I thought you’d be done by now."

You turned fully toward him, trying to conceal the nervous tension building inside. Why did he always have this effect on you? You didn’t want to engage in any conversation, any distraction. You just wanted to train. But that was what he did. He was the distraction, the temptation you couldn’t control.

But, as always, he wouldn’t let you escape so easily. In a few swift steps, he was beside you, too fast for your body to react. His hand landed on the punching bag, stopping your movement with cold, calculated pressure. The contact of his skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine.

"Do you think you can train here and avoid me?" he whispered, his body so close now that you could feel his breath on your skin. "You know I won’t let you get away that easily. I’ve been watching you, every one of your movements, like I always do. Have you forgotten who’s really in charge?"

You looked at him, and although you wanted to maintain your composure, there was something in his tone, something in his gaze that made you hesitate. The way he spoke to you, as if he couldn’t tolerate you distancing yourself, as if his presence was meant to dominate you. It was impossible to ignore.

"I don’t belong to you," you said, more like a warning than a truth.

He smiled, that arrogant smile that always unsettled you. He moved a little closer, standing just inches away now. You could feel his breath on your face, warm and controlled, as if he had all the time in the world to play with your nerves.

"No, you don’t belong to me," he admitted softly, "but you’re on my turf now. And here, there’s no room for anyone else. You know that, right?"

The weight of his words hit you, and your mind clouded for a moment. You knew what he was suggesting wasn’t just a threat. It was a power game, a reminder of what he was capable of. What he was willing to do to make sure you stayed where he wanted you.

Without warning, his hands gripped your waist, pulling you toward him. The gesture was so unexpected that you almost lost your balance. He held you with a strength you couldn’t ignore, immobilizing you in front of him.

"You know you can’t escape," he murmured, his voice now lower, almost a whisper. "I’ve been watching you the whole time. And I know exactly what you need. Don’t pretend. Don’t make me waste any more time."

You couldn’t avoid it. The heat radiating from his body, the intensity in his eyes… it all made you feel trapped. You knew what he wanted, and you knew it wasn’t something that could easily be avoided. He didn’t settle for less than total surrender. He wasn’t going to let you go, not while he was in that hotel, not while he was close.

His hands slowly slid to your shoulders, and when you looked up at him, his face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your lips. He was playing with the distance, with control. He wanted to see you give in, to acknowledge that you couldn’t fight him, his presence, what was beginning to unravel between you two.

"What we’re doing here," he said, barely a whisper, "isn’t a game, you understand?"

Nervously, you tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, becoming more possessive. There was no way to break free, not without doing what he wanted. And in that moment, you knew. You were trapped.

[cobraka-i]

bed chem

kwon jae sung x reader

🥋🎬💮📞🗝️

summary: after you and kwon tie when trying to kick higher at the aquarium, you're forced to share a room

word count: 1.8k

whose the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?

song: bed chem - sabrina carpenter

🥋🎬💮📞🗝️

“and smile” your cheeks ache as you attempt to keep the corners of your mouth lifted, posing against robby, the other captain of miyagi do. the sekai taikai was a prestigious world championship where only the dojos of highest talent, skill and agility were able to compete, fighting for the chance for their name to be plastered with honour as the #1. the camera clicked as your shoulders sag with relief, the smile dropping off your face immediately. 

“and one more” the photographer murmured.

“or not” he mumbles as Tory stalks away, the serpent logo prominent on her back. Cobra Kai. the words felt bitter in your mind, slimy and sour. they brought back memories that you often tried to bury within the depths of your mind, pained and broken memories, reflecting a person you were proud you weren’t anymore. your gaze traces her retreating figure, until they linger on her team. and their other captain. his dark hair that is free but styled aloofly, giving him a mischievous sort of charm, sits upon his headband, bearing the crest of a leader. you let your eyes wander his well built figure and tailored gi, until finally they land on his face. his lips that look pillowy and soft, and cheekbones that highlight the crevices of his face, until you’re met with his eyes. that are staring straight into yours. they’re dark and not soulless but have a sort of emptiness to them, danger and curiousity are evident as he studies you. you feel his gaze, hot and heavy, tracing the curves of your own gi, and the hair that flows of your shoulders in carefree waves. his eyes snap away, and you feel the pink in your cheeks dwindle away as you realise that you both had been openly ogling at each other. you can sense it, his lips curling up into a smirk as if he had won some sick little mindgame. you let your mind drift, walking back to where the rest of your team stayed huddled, letting Miguel ruffle your hair in a brotherly way. Sam begins to whisper to you, but you feel it. his stare, on your back, probably on the bonsai that bares the crest of his enemy, his opponent, his rival. so why was he so interested? you turn to the group of contestants suddenly tuning into what was going on. a challenge. you stare at the dolphin, marking the line with your eyes, calculating the height and judging the kick you would need to make. hawk steps forward, smirking as he takes in the cobra kai. 

“we’ll do it. but if we win, we want your room.” the other guy seems to size hawk up. 

“deal.” you tug hawk back into the group you and the other miyagi dos had formed. 

“hawk?! what the fuck?!” hawk rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. the Korean boy jeers, the crowd joining in with him. 

“are you americans gonna back out? that’s what you always are, cowards,” he sneers, his accent thick. your brow furrows as you take on a defensive stance. 

“the only things good about you are the pretty girls.” his eyes land on you and you feel your body tense. 

“don’t talk about y/n” Robby scoffs.

“y/n huh? pretty name for a pretty girl,” despite yourself, the words elicit a tumbling stomach of butterflies, hearing your name roll of his toungue like butter. Robby clenches his fists stepping forward. you watch as he performs a powerful double-legged kick, marking above the line by quite a bit. but you know it isn’t his best, but still you cheer and clap for him. it’s silent, as the opponent looks at the chalk, whistling slowly under his breath.

“good americans. just not good enough,” a slow chant begins to build.

“Kwon! Kwon! Kwon!” Kwon. that was his name. you supposed it suited him, watching as he circles it predatorily, feeling the support feed his probably inflated ego already. there is a blur of gi and movement, and suddenly there is a new line, and you sigh in disappointment because it is clearly inches higher than Robby’s. Kwon saunters over, holding out his hand, before you block him. 

“let me try.” kwon scrutinises you for a minute looking at your determined face and a smirk curves at his lips, one you take note that is often present on his mouth. he simply nods in reply. you take a deep breath, before taking a few steps back c providing yourself with a running start. 

“AIS!” you shout, jumping and drawing a harsh line on the dolphin with your foot. you look up as murmurs begin to arise. your line was identical to kwon’s, and the space between then sort of blurred.

“I would say that’s a tie.” Hawk’s voice rang out. you expect kwon’s face to be in a scowl as you shift your focus to him, but instead his expression is smug, and…proud? 

“well then, I guess we share the room.”

“wait what?” your voice was loud as everybody seems to nod in agreement. you catch onto Sam’s arm as she turns to leave. 

“Sam?! what-“ your so called best friend gives you a helpless shrug.

“I’m sorry y/n, I don’t want to cause any more problems with Cobra Kai.” you scoff as she shoots you a cheeky wink.

“i’m sorry…” quickly, she darts away, leaving you alone with kwon, who you are intent on avoiding his eye. his teasing tone sends shivers down your spine. 

“c’mon princess, let’s go get your bags.”

as you swing open the room door, you’re greeted with a shirtless kwon who lays lazily on the bed, opening an eye at your arrival. his bare torso sends blood straight to your face, as you splutter a greeting. 

“put on a shirt will you?” kwon lets out a rich, deep chuckle raising a challenging eyebrow at your flushed figure.

“what, can’t handle this?” you roll your eyes, dumping your bags down as he gestures to his chiseled chest, the muscles contracting and expanding with each breath. 

“you’re too egotistic for your own good,”

“and you’re more beautiful than you realise” the retort slips off his lips, flirty and charming, as he rolls over on the double bed in the centre of the room. the realisation sets in. you were sharing a bed. kwon smirks at your lack of response. a smile finds it way to your face as you sit on the bed, studying him. 

“what are you playing at?” the dark-haired boy’s face adapts into an innocent expression. 

“nothing.” you narrow your eyes, watching as kwon smirks.

“i’m going to take a shower,” he stands, collecting his clothes and towel slowly, as if teasing you, tempting you. 

“you’re welcome to join if you want,” he winks at you, leaving you a stuttering mess as you hear the water turn on. leaning back into the cool of the bed sheets you bury your head into the pillow, letting out a frustrated scream before grabbing your phone and dialing a number.

the shower steam billows out of the door, the glass and mirror fogged up as kwon emerges, towel wrapped around his waist. you can’t help but stare. his tanned abs glisten with moisture, and a toned v-line leads down and disappears under the towel, letting you use your imagination. his hair has strands astray and drips onto the carpeted floor, and leaves a small trail where he walks. kwon feels your stare, and gives it right back. you had changed into pyjamas while he was gone, tiny pink silk shorts that curved with your ass and wore a thin white singlet that didn’t leave much to the imagination, showcasing your round tits behind the cotton. There’s a thick silence that surrounds the room, tension pulsating within it, an alluring sort of tension that makes you want to pull him close. but you don’t. you restrain yourself. because no matter how attractive he is, kwon is still cobra kai. The very dojo that made your life hell. You clear your throat, and kwon regards with an amused smile that he hopes covers the blush on his cheeks, the obstruction in the middle of the bed.

“and what is this?” you point at the barrier of pillows you had constructed.

“this is a pillow wall. we each have our side.” you smirk triumphantly. kwon groans.

“fine. have it your way american.” you turn around, settling into your side, and feeling the mattress dip as kwon lays down, clearly still sulking about the separation.

“goodnight kwon,” you say. there’s a pause, almost as if he is tossing up between replying.

“goodnight princess.”

you wake up to the murmuring of kwon beside you, his eyes squeezed shut and sweat beads upon his forehead. he whimpers and rocks against the pillow, his moans of pain echoing into the night sky. the realisation is cold as you begin to shake him. kwon is having a nightmare, a situation you are far too familiar with. 

“kwon,” you shake his sleeping body, feeling his body tense but then relax into your hold. his eyes flutter open, meeting yours. an emotion passes through them, something you’d never thought you would see in his eyes. fear. 

“you were having a nightmare,” you say quietly. the warmth radiates from his chest as you subconsciously lean into it. you settled into silence, before starting to shuffle away as kwon offers no response. you freeze as you feel a hand grip around your wrist, pulling you into his chest, a position far too intimate but it felt so right.

“in my dojang we are taught to not show mercy. to not feel anything. to not show weakness.” he rubs his thumb against your hand. 

“how do they teach that?” kwon faces you, your question lingering in the air between you. 

“they make it so we can’t feel anything.” and slowly, he raises his fringe, showing you a scar that lines his upper right forehead. you take his head within your hands, gasping silently.

“how did you-“

“I was 12 when I received this.” his voice is hushed.

“it was by my sensei. he beat me with a cane until I could no longer stand.” he shuddered, as your face falls. 

“why?”

“because I was not perfect.” your breath is on his face, soft and hot, as your eyes search his. vulnerability. that’s what you find. it’s bored heavy on you, tired and sad as he stares up into your face. 

“I get nightmares about it sometimes.” you watch as he swipes his hair over it, covering the scar once more. he holds you in his arms, feeling the way you slot into him. you offer an ear to listen to his problems, to his struggles. it felt nice. he watches as your eyes droop and your mouth stretches into a yawn. you know this is wrong. but you can’t help it. 

“tired?” you nod slowly, your mind threatening to take you into slumber. Kwon smiles, before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. It shouldn’t have the effect it does, its a graze to your mouth, a passing touch but your body shudders against his skin. kwon grins as red flames your cheeks. 

“goodnight princess,”

“goodnight kwon.”

[cobraka-i]

Dating Miguel Diaz Headcannons

(i’m in love with this man it’s not even funny)

-working out together

-he’s so thoughtful, he’s the type to take note of everything you like and every detail about you, and come up with a surprise for you later.

“Miguel, we haven’t talked about this forever, how did you remember?”

“Everything you say matters so i try to remember everything baby”

-he’s also observant, he always knows when something is wrong or if you’re sick or if something’s bothering you.

- vice versa, I feel like Miguel would try to hide if something is wrong at times but you always know.

-he's so gentle with you, if you fall asleep he’s carrying you to your bed holding you as if you were made out of glass. Even when he holds you at night and kisses you it’s with so much passion and care.

-certified forehead kisser

-helps you take your hair down

-you two cook together, and the mix of your two cultures is chefs kiss, the seasoning, the flavors is teaaaa

-his mom and grandma love you and you all go on outings without miguel.

-you are trying to learn Spanish and Miguel helps you.

-he’s a bit (very) clingy. he gets sad when you leave too early.

“please don’t leave me”

“boy you act like i’m dying, i'll see you tomorrow love”

-cheering him on at his karate matches. you’re so extra you make signs and everything.

“beat his ass miguel!!”

-johnny teases you but secretly loves you and is happy Miguel found his true soulmate.

-movie nights w johnny and miguel

-you do french braids for him before his matches.

-i just know this boy would not play about you like he’s the perfect amount of protective. if he sees a guy bothering you in public, he initially just leaves it alone but as soon as she sees you uncomfortable he swoops in.

-“you good over here amor” He whispers gently as he wraps his arms around you.

-bro he’s the type to save a bunch of money and then spend it all on you. like full on piggy bank and everything.

“Miguel!!! you didn’t have to”

“i wanted to, you deserve the world princesa”

-he lovessss your knotless braids boo

-i feel like you would be each others camera man for instagram like yall would hype eachother up real bad

slight nsfw☾

-I feel like Miguel is a switch but more of a dominant lean. He's a natural leader and I genuinely cannot see him just accepting his woman being the dominant one all of the time.

-loves giving and receiving neck kisses

-acts surprised when he sees hickies on you like he wasn’t going ham the night before.

-he’s an ass man but lowkey loves your thighs too

-i feel like he’s gentle and soft but also depending on the day he could be more rough and exploratory.

-(he dirty talks in spanish) WHAT WHO SAID THAT???!

[cobraka-i]

Headcanons for being a black belt and joining Cobra Kai

Cobra Kai x reader

warnings:

a/n: takes place roughly season 2 yeehaw. EMCON I HOPE U LOVE THIS

prompt: @the-radio-star: “*rises from the dead to send in a cobra kai request* could I please request Cobra Kai headcanons for being a new student in the Valley who was a black belt back home on the East Coast? thank youuuuuu!!!! COBRA KAI NEVER DIES”

you were da new kid in the valley

and you were actively seeking a new dojo

and what better dojo to pick than the one that won the “all valley championship” or whatever? i mean, it’s gotta be good, right?

one day after class, you visited this “cobra kai” dojo and recognized a few kids from your new school

and perfect timing as summer was just around the corner

“hey, new kid! joining our dojo? here to learn some karate?” -hawk

“actually, i’m a black belt” -you

“hah, nice one!” -hawk, followed by deafening silence “you’re serious?”

“yeah, uh, where’s your sensei?” -you

“he’s in his office, follow me” -miguel “sensei, a newcomer”

“hell yeah, come on in” -johnny “starting your karate journey with cobra kai, not a bad choice”

“actually, i’m a black belt back home. i just moved here from the east coast and i needed a new…dojo home. you guys won a tournament recently?” -you

“we sure as shit did!” -johnny

“well, i’ve won a few tournaments back home. i also have a letter of recommendation and my sensei’s contact information if you need verification or something that i’m—” -you, abruptly cut off

“nah, i don’t need all that shit. just come out onto the mat and i’ll have you fight our champion. that’ll tell me what i need to know” -johnny

you followed his instructions and walked out to the mat where his class was waiting. he instructed them to make room for a spar and called miguel up.

“class, this is…uh, what was your name?” -johnny

“y/n” -you

“this is y/n from all the way on the east coast…somewhere vague. says their a black belt in karate. won a few tournaments. we’re about to put that to the test” -johnny

you and miguel took fighting stances and once “fight” was called, you quickly took action to prove yourself. a few showy moves, then straight for the victory.

miguel was on his back on the mat in less than 10 seconds

“well, i’m inclined to believe you, y/n. come to my office, we’ll fill out some paperwork and get you a gi. miguel, you can lead warmups so long as you don’t get knocked on your ass again today” -johnny

“yes, sensei” -miguel

“man, i’m glad i didn’t have to fight them. that must have been embarrassing” -hawk

“shut up, man. sensei is mad at you, too. don’t push it.” -miguel

honestly, you were very surprised by the karate culture of the valley

“is—is this why my mom had to sign a waiver?” -you standing in front of a fucking cement truck “is this even legal?! is this how you guys train??”

“just don’t draw attention’s to yourself and you’ll be fine” -bert

“yeah, sounds like a plan. and what’s this old guy’s story?” -you, pointing at kreese

“dude. you’re gonna get me drowned in cement” -bert, scooting away

anyways, joining the dojo did help you make some new friends

and you loved these beach days with your classmates

“dude, dating the daughter of your sensei’s arch nemesis is kind of crazy. like, what are the odds of that” -you

“can we not talk about sam anymore?” -miguel

“you’re literally the one that brought her up, we were just trying to play volleyball” -you

dojo days really started to become your favorite

sensei lawrence was comedy gold

“does he actually think ‘hashtag’ is ‘hashbrown?’” -you

“just…don’t” -aisha

you loved how cut and dry he was

and how he just insults everyone unapologetically

“yeah, sensei, you tell ‘em!” -you after johnny calls someone else a pussy

you actually started to get in the groove of rivalry

but like you didn’t 100% know it was serious and like, very deep seated hate like you thought it was a bit

“yeah we should burn their dojo down!” -you, trying to fit in

“i like how you think, lets do it!” -hawk

“wait, no, i was joking” -you

“hahah, yeah…me too” -hawk, lying

during valley fest you guys but on like, a really badass show and you honestly loved the vibes

but like, this wasn’t like any dojo you’ve seen before

“it’s gotta be a west coast thing. or like, a california thing” -you to your parents

you became one of johnny’s favored students fast

and when tory joined up, she also fought miguel

“does sensei just let miguel beat up all the new recruits? what is the sense behind that? tory doesnt even have karate experience.” -you

“neither did miguel and he won the all valley” -aisha

“HE DIDNT HAVE ANY EXPERIENCE??” -you

what do you mean the all valley top 3 were all new to karate???

who else was in this tournament????

you went to the beach/resort with aisha and tory and it was actually a good time. you were glad to make friends over the summer

“aisha, i never want to leave this place. summer in california is awesome” -you

“compared to where you came from? i’d be in awe too” -tory

“uh, that was rude” -you “but true”

meeting sam after hearing miguel complaining was surreal

“that’s her? he didn’t mention she hated fun” -you

johnny let you lead class sometimes

which kind of gave you an ego boost he encouraged

you be glaring at sensei kreese tho that guy didn’t have the right vibe

“good job today, y/n” -kreese

“yeah, i know” -you

you were pretty excited for the prospects of the next all valley

which you wish you didn’t miss by a hair this year you could have kicked miguel and robby’s asses

“i would have won the last all valley” -you

“doubt it” -miguel

“i knocked you on your ass five minutes after meeting you” -you

“that wasn’t a tournament” -miguel

“just you wait” -you

you called home every once in a while to update your friends from school and your dojo friends

“what? cement truck? that’s not legal, y/n, you need to contact the police” -old friend

“nah, it’s fine, i had fun” -you

definitely raised concern in your former sensei, but you told everyone it was chill

“it’s cool to learn a different take on karate. very…badass” -you

you were being converted (?)

or would you stick to your roots

only time would tell

you learned more and more about the local karate drama and you were SAT with all this tea

“yeah, and so, don’t tell anyone this, by the way. or else i will kick your ass” -hawk, beginning to whisper “robby keene is sensei lawrence’s kid. shut the fuck up tho dont tell a single soul”

“WHAT” -you

that knowledge had you on the floor with a diagram of drama to connect the dots

“ok so in the 80s johnny was a student at cobra kai, larusso was new to the valley from jersey, starts to train in karate with a ‘mr. miyagi,’ larusso crane kicks johnny and johnny leaves cobra kai—something has to be missing from that, kreese was his sensei? he seems a little off i dont like him—johnny reopens cobra kai years later after miguel inspires him to become a sensei, miguel starts dating larusso’s daughter, johnny’s son starts working for larusso and joins his dojo, miguel and robby face off in the all valley tournament. am i missing anything?” -you

“you’re just scratching the surface” -hawk and miguel

“get me up to speed before school starts. please” -you

you got the sam edition(tm) from aisha too

AND aisha’s very graphic rendition of her standing up to yasmine

“front wedgie…aisha how did you even think of that?” -you

honestly you wanted to observe the drama, not be apart of it

little did you know that was not really an option in CK

especially when the miyagi do dojo is defiled

you kinda side eyed hawk while johnny yelled at everyone about it. he did seem pretty enthused when you made a joke about burning down their dojo

damn, you hoped no one would bring that joke up thats actually really incriminating

anyways, johnny went on his trip with his old cobra kai homies (which u thought was really sweet you hoped in 30 years you could still be friends with your less-destructive karate buds)

you went to coyote creek with the gang for a training exercise

“you ever do anything like this back home?” -tory

“uh…not really? i mostly did weapons training, kata, some sparring…in a dojo, of course” -you

“yeah, sensei lawrence isn’t exactly the most traditional” -miguel “when i was his only student he actually tied my hands and threw me into a pool in the middle of the night when no one was around”

“HUH??” -you

once you were all deep in the forest and the rules were explained to steal headbands and such, you had a question of your own

“are there any animals or bugs native to california i should be concerned about? like, florida had alligators and their student get trained to run away in zigzags—is there anything out here that you guys have been trained to escape that i should know about?” -you

your question was laughed at but you were dead serious

u were on miguel’s team and noticed an awkward rift once the “battle” was over

“dude, what’s wrong?” -you

“this is” -miguel flashing the medal of honor he took from hawk

“is that..?” -you, connecting more dots “i think i need a notebook or something to keep up with this”

“that’s weird. don’t do that” -miguel

“noted” -you

you were shocked to hear that kreese had been booted from CK

“i wonder if miyagi do has this much drama?” -you

before the summer was over, hawk’s ex moon threw a party and you were over the moon (haha get it) to be able to meet more people before classes were back in

maybe making friends outside of the dojo was a good move

unfortunately it didn’t take long for dojo rivalry to ruin the party

we got moon’s new gf, hawk and demetri argument, sam and tory drink-off, sam and miguel kiss, and then the cops showing up

“we just cant have a non-messy outing can we? on the east coast we could just go to school, go to the dojo, go to the mall, go to parties and no one got in some weird karate driven fight” -you, complaining while running from the cops

“can you stop talking about the east coast? you’re in the valley, this is what happens in the valley” -miguel

you try a hard reset when your first day of school starts

meet up with your friends, find your classes, have a great first day of the new school year!

everything had been tense since moon’s party, but you weren’t gonna let that affect you!

until tory got on the PA and summoned sam for a karate brawl

“no fucking way. no way. i cannot be apart of this” -you

it did not take long until you were apart of this

in the hallways of your new school, terrible way to start the year, you were just trying to break it up!!!!

but as soon as someone hit you in the face all bets were off you were a menace

blah de blah blah tory cuts sam with her bracelet, robby throws miguel over the railing down the stairs, everybody gets a vibe check, miguel is in the hospital in a coma, tory is arrested, robby is on the run

miraculously you have been cleared of all wrongdoing as you talked your way out of it

“i’m new here, i don’t even know these people!! i was just scared for my life so i fought back. i could have been thrown down the stairs too, my parents could sue!!” -you

despite all your dojo rivalries, you checked in on sam when you crossed paths at the hospital. you knew how much she meant to miguel and you thought that was fucking insane

“i know we don’t really know each other from anything but karate, but i really didn’t know what was going on. im new to the valley and im trying to make friends, i never thought it’d end up like this” -you

“yeah, sometimes we make friends with the wrong people” -sam

“i grew up with karate, and cobra kai had just won this super popular tournament over here, it seemed like the right choice” -you

“i get it. i know it’s not your fault. and it’s nice to meet you now that we’re not at each other’s throats—this karate rivalry is decades old, too. i can’t even keep up with it” -sam

“you think miguel is gonna pull through?” -you

“i hope so…i dont know how i’ll go on if he doesn’t. so he has to” -sam

“i feel you there…this might be a bad time, but are there any openings at miyagi do?”

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[cobraka-i]

terry silver

pretty sure i was the one who asked about the platonic senseis

& i had in mind a platonic terry silver fluff headcanons w a gn teen reader .. maybe the teen is a larusso 👀.

no rush, platonic cobra kai fics are js really limited 🫶 ty if you do the request

pairings - Terrence ‘Terry’ Silver & non-binary!LaRusso teen

kg’s notes - here is to making some fluff headcanons between Silver and a teen LaRusso! this is for sure not perfect, but here hee! i am almost nervous to post this but… :)

He invites you to his office space and has a little assigned corner for you to do your own work

Often mentions how he met Daniel many times to annoy you, but you don’t want to hear it

You are the only one who tends to know how he slicks back his hair into the ponytail

Also the only one who is allowed to touch it

Frequently takes you out for shopping for things you don’t even need but loves to spoil you rotten

Frequently asks for your location/or to turn it on when he doesn’t know where you are

Loves to spend quality and quantity time with you

Prefers to cook for you rather than take you out to any fancy restaurants

Caught you singing in the shower once now he sings when he gets ready for the day

He’s a very good singer and musician and loves to teach you how to play his piano

Has helped you with overcoming the majority of your fears, even called one silly

Is surprisingly good at using technology, but doesn’t know how to use a computer sometimes

Has done your homework a couple times when you were away and claimed that he was “bored”

Loves to crack his knuckles at random times, and helps you with cracking yours

He primarily helps you pop your back and knees

Switches out your shampoo when you’re obvious

Loves to style/play your hair any chance he gets

Loves to match color schemes with you, or have matching outfits with you

Doesn’t know a calm way to show affection so a large bouquet of flowers would be on your locker or desk in class

Stays up with you to watch your favorite show

He gets obsessed with knowing if there will be new episodes for you to watch, so he could tell you first thing in the morning

Loves to playing bored games instead of “those” online games that everyone else plays

The two of you interchangeably prank the other, but you give it to him as the best one out of you

You found out that he owns a Tumblr blog at the same time he found yours

You two have been mutuals this entire time

this is all i can think of at the moment, but this might be edited with some more later so stay tuned?

[cobraka-i]

axel kovacevik

hi can you do an axel fan fic where reader and axel they have a pre established realtonship they were in the competition and they were both captains For the iron dragons and they go against Miyagi-Do in the Captain war and Axel and reader took down Miyagi-Do making them look bad. Thank you so much

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬' 𝐰𝐚𝐫 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | fluff, romance, intense competition, fighting, physical confrontations, mild physical affection

word count | 1.1 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The roar of the crowd echoes like an endless wave. Around you, the shouts, applause, and chants blend together, forming a cacophony that should intimidate you, but instead, it fills you with adrenaline. There you are, in the center of the tatami, with Axel by your side. Both of you wear the Iron Dragons uniform, the captains of your dojo, and the last ones standing in this battle of captains.

In front of you, Sam and Robby from Miyagi-Do are ready to fight. The intensity in their eyes says it all. They're not here just to win; they're here to defend the honor of their dojo, to prove that calm and precision can defeat strength and ferocity.

But you know something they don't. You and Axel are more than strength. You're more than passion. You're an unstoppable team, and today you'll prove it.

Axel throws you a sideways glance, the one that always manages to calm you, even if only for a second.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice low but firm.

"Always," you reply, returning his smile.

The referee raises his hand and signals.

"Begin!"

The fight erupts with an energy that makes the tatami beneath your feet vibrate. Sam advances toward you with swift, fluid movements, while Robby charges toward Axel with a precision that only years of training can bring. You focus on your opponent, blocking everything else out.

Sam throws a combination of strikes that you barely manage to dodge. Her technique is flawless, and for a moment, you wonder if you're underestimating her. But then you remember who you are. You've trained for this. You've overcome challenges that others would have considered impossible.

"Not bad," Sam comments, a slight smile on her lips as she steps back.

"Same to you," you reply, quickly spinning to launch a kick that she blocks just in time.

The sound of strikes fills the air, a symphony of strength and strategy. You know Sam is sizing up your moves, looking for an opening. But you're doing the same, and when she throws a high kick, you seize the opportunity to strike her with a direct blow to the torso.

Sam steps back, surprised by your speed, but doesn't give up. She returns with a swift spin and throws a punch aimed at your head. You dodge it by a hair's breadth, feeling the wind from the strike rush past your face.

"Is that all you've got?" you say with a provocative smile.

She scowls, clearly irritated by your remark, and that gives you the advantage you need. The distraction is enough for you to advance with a combination of punches that forces her back to the edge of the tatami.

As you fight Sam, you can't help but glance over at Axel. You see him facing Robby, both caught in an intense exchange. Axel blocks a kick from Robby and counters with a body hook that forces Robby to retreat. Even amidst the chaos, you can't help but feel a surge of pride watching him fight with such strength and determination.

Robby tries a surprise attack, but Axel dodges it with ease, something only someone like him could do. With a fluid move, he knocks Robby to the ground and pins him for a moment before Robby manages to free himself.

Axel throws you a quick glance and smiles, as if to reassure you that everything is under control. And it is. It always is when you're together.

Back in your fight, Sam attempts a sweep, but you jump just in time and counter with a spinning kick that hits her in the side. She stumbles, and you know this is your chance. You move quickly, taking her down with a move that pins her to the ground.

"Point for Iron Dragons!" the referee calls, and the crowd erupts in cheers.

You don't have time to celebrate. You turn toward Axel just in time to see him take Robby down with a flawless move. Axel pins him, making sure he can't get up.

Robby struggles to free himself, but Axel doesn't budge. Finally, the referee raises his hand.

"Point for Iron Dragons!"

The place explodes in applause and cheers. You've won. You've both won.

Axel quickly stands up and runs toward you, his face lit up by a smile that could melt even the coldest ice. Before you can react, he wraps you in a hug and lifts you off the ground, spinning you in the air.

"We did it!" he exclaims, his voice full of excitement.

You laugh, still recovering from the adrenaline, and when he finally sets you down, you look him in the eyes. His hands stay firmly on your waist, as if he never wants to let you go.

"You're amazing," he says, his voice softer now.

"You are too," you reply, and before you can think twice, you lean toward him.

The kiss is everything you could have imagined and more. It's gentle but full of emotion, as if you're both sharing everything you feel for each other in that moment. The crowd erupts in applause and cheers, but you hardly hear them.

When you finally pull away, Axel looks at you with that smile you know is just for you.

"That's my girl," he says loudly, as if he wants the whole stadium to know.

You feel your heart swell with pride and happiness. Not just because you've won, but because you've done it together. And as the crowd continues to cheer, you know one thing for sure: together, there's nothing you can't achieve.

[cobraka-i]

kwon

reassurance | Kwon Jae-Sung x larusso!fem!reader

summary : during the first sekai tekai event, you had gotten injured by Kwon, the male captain of Cobra Kai, who also happened to secretly be your boyfriend. While this is the international martial arts tournament, he still felt guilty that he injured you.

warnings : brief description of injuries (such as bruising)

word count : 1k

author's note : Please like, repost, and follow so my works can go out to more lovely readers! You can always request any character you want me to write, along with a prompt!

You were sitting on the edge of the bed in your hotel room, nursing the aching red bruise on your shin with an ice pack. After a minute, you moved the ice pack enough to see the bruise. You winced as you saw the throbbing red-colored bruise on your shin. You put the ice pack back on it and raised your head and began to gaze at an abstract painting in the hotel room. The muffled sounds of life in the streets of Barcelona outside your window successfully lulled you into a trance as you started to go deep in thought.

The event that happened only hours earlier started to replay in your mind over and over again, the way how Kwon had effortlessly swept your leg with his, and how your teammates in Miyagi-do looked at you with disappointment as you fell to the mat and was declared “out” by the referee. This, in the end, had ended up putting Miyagi-Do in the lower ranks. You hated those looks of disappointment – especially the look of disappointment on your father’s face. You knew Daniel wasn’t disappointed at you specifically, but how he was disappointed by the outcome of the first event. Even still, you couldn’t help but still internalize and think it was your fault. You knew Kwon wouldn’t go easy on you on the mat, especially at a tournament such as the Sekai Tekai, but it still hurt.

A knock on the outside of your hotel room door snapped you out of your storming thoughts.

“Who is it?” You asked loudly while getting up and carefully limping over to the door.

“Kwon.” He replied back through the door. You couldn’t help but hear a different tone in his usually cold voice.

You grasped the door handle and opened it, to surprisingly see Kwon with a downcasted look that grazed his facial expressions. His hands were in the pockets of his Korean-endorsed Cobra Kai jacket. 

“Hey.” You say softly, opening the door wider so he can walk in – which he did.

You closed the door behind you before limping back over to the bed. He noticed the limping, but didn’t say anything, and instead quietly followed behind you and sat on the bed next to you.

“How is your shin?’ Kwon asked you, looking at the red-colored bruise that seemed to paint a portion of your shin. Oh how he hated seeing an injury he caused on your skin. 

“It’s doing alright, could be better.” You replied, putting the ice pack against the bruise again. Kwon nodded to himself, still staring at where your bruise is. Eventually, after a minute or two, his hand grasped yours, holding it gently. You looked over at him, seeing an expression you rarely see from him; guilt. Before you could speak though, he turned his head to completely face yours, before speaking in a quiet tone, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?’ You coaxed, hearing the remorse in his voice.

“For injuring you.” Kwon replied, his shoulders slowly beginning to slump as he spoke, “I know this is a tournament, but every time we are against each other in a fight I get worried that I might seriously injure you.. I love you too much to be the reason you’re in pain.” he confessed, a look of insecurity and.. Perhaps fear in his eyes as he began to look into yours. 

You didn’t expect to see your boyfriend become so soft, much less hearing him confess his worries. There were some moments of vulnerability Kwon has shared with you, but they were rare, as he bottled up his feelings majority of the time. It worried you, the fact he bottles his feelings so regularly but you didn’t want to push him to open up. So, In a gentle manner, you began to caress the back of his hand with your thumb. A small act of reassurance.

“I love you too Kwon – I love you so much. I understand your worries, but trust me. You know your limit when it comes to fighting me, so as long as you don’t go past that limit, I’m going to be fine.” You reassured, smiling fondly at him. Kwon’s eyes reached yours, a flicker of hope burning in his eyes before dimming once more.

“What if Sensei Kreese pushes me to go past that limit and I seriously injure you?” He questioned, instinctively squeezing your hand. You thought about it for a moment, before responding with a soft smile, “Then I won’t hold it against you, and I’ll still love you.” You assured him.

Before you knew it, Kwon’s strong arms had wrapped themselves around your torso and his head rested against your shoulder, “I don’t want you to hate me if that happens..” he whispered against your shoulder. You rubbed his back softly, your hand making a soothing motion.

“I would never hate you my dear.” You answered, love evident in your voice. You leaned in and pressed a reassuring kiss on his cheek. Then another.. And another – so many reassuring kisses that Kwon’s cheeks started to grow a soft cherry shade of red.

“I love you so much, doll.” He spoke, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he hugged you tightly, kissing your shoulder a couple times in return. You chuckled, loving the sweet kisses being planted on your shoulder. 

Kwon never thought he’d find love; always being told he was unapproachable and too mean-spirited to even have someone who could love him. Alas, he was proven wrong by you, and to him, it was the best thing that could happen to him.

“I love you too, Kwon. More than you’ll ever know.” You responded, continuing to rub his back. All he needed was your presence and he knew he’d be okay from his own thoughts. You had that effect on him, and it made him trust you more and more. You never thought that one year ago you’d be dating a cold person such as Kwon. To you though, he wasn’t a cold-hearted person, he simply just needed someone to trust – to care for him and tell him everything is alright. Finally, now he has that person – and now, he never wants you to leave his side.

[cobraka-i]

sensei wolf

hello, how would you feel about writing something about sensei wolf? Lewis Tan is so hot

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 | sensei wolf x reader!fem

summary | You practice late to improve your movements and Wolf helps you with what you need

warnings | english is not my first language, age difference, fingering, masturbation

word count | 1.2 k

You were exhausted after a hard class. Despite all your effort, you feel like you're not reaching the level of skill you expect from yourself. Every movement seems slow, every blow, weak. As you pick up your gear, frustration consumes you, especially as you watch others move faster, mastering what you still struggle.

Suddenly, you feel a presence near you. It is not that of just any colleague; it is something heavier, more serious. You turn around and see it. His imposing figure is silhouetted at the entrance, with a serious face, muscular body, and a penetrating gaze that makes the most experienced tremble. The fact that it is coming towards you causes your heart to jump. What do you want? What have you done wrong now?

"Still here?" His deep voice comes to you like thunder, echoing in the stillness of the dojo.

You look up, feeling your pulse quicken. You can't help but get nervous, you know Wolf doesn't usually get involved with newbies much. His style is direct and sometimes intimidating. The other students speak of him with respect and a certain fear.

Wolf steps toward you, his gaze fixed on yours, as if he's looking for something you don't know how to show. A shiver runs down your spine under his gaze. The air seems to become denser around him.

"You have potential". The surprise hits you hard. You never thought I'd tell you something like that. "But you lack discipline. You lack confidence. If you want to improve, I need you to follow my orders to the letter."

Wolf's words baffle you. Is it a threat? An order? A challenge? You can't read his tone, but you know that what he's saying carries weight.

"Follow your orders, Sensei? What do you mean?" you ask, with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Wolf doesn't immediately respond. Instead, he takes a step back and, with a slight nod, points at you. Without saying another word, he begins to walk. The sound of his feet hitting the ground echoes through the empty air as you stand there, watching, not knowing what to do.

Should you follow it? Doubt assails you, but you know that this could be the opportunity you were waiting for. If he sees something in you, maybe you can finally reach the level you want so much. The decision is not easy, but something inside you drives you forward.

"Sensei..." you murmur as you walk behind him.

Wolf says nothing, stopping when he reaches the center of the dojo, in front of one of the largest tatami mats. He stares at you, his face serious, and you can't help but feel like he's evaluating you in a way that goes beyond technique. Something in his gaze makes you nervous, but at the same time, a strange sensation of adrenaline runs through your body. This is not a common workout.

"We are going to work on your discipline and your confidence, but first... I want you to prove what you really know". His deep voice fills the space, and for a moment, the world is reduced to his presence and the tension that grows between the two.

You position yourself in front of him, your hands resting at your sides, your breathing still quickening from the intensity of the previous class. You stand your ground, but you can't help but feel a knot in your stomach.

"Give me a demonstration of your kata." He says, with a slight movement of his hand towards the tatami.

You follow his cue and begin to execute the movements with precision, every punch, every block, every turn flows naturally, but something in you, an inexplicable nervousness, makes your movements not as fluid as they should be. When you're done, you stop, breathing heavily. He is still silent, watching you intently.

Without warning, Wolf takes a step forward. The tension between you is palpable. Then, with surprising speed, it moves towards you and performs a series of movements so fast that you can barely see them. In the blink of an eye, his hands cling to your wrists, controlling your posture with an unexpected, yet precise force. Within seconds, you're on the ground, just below him, in a karate position, pinned down on the tatami. You haven't realized how you got there, but their contact is firm and their proximity makes you shudder.

Both breathe heavily. He is above you, his eyes fixed on yours, his face close to yours. The space between the two is filled with a different tension, something beyond training, an electricity in the air that makes you feel vulnerable, but also completely aware of every breath.

"It's not just strength you need," he says quietly, his tone softer but equally firm. "It's control... and knowing when to give up. Knowing when to give in, and when to move on. Do you understand?"

The question is suspended between the two. Your lips are so close to theirs that you can feel their warm breath on your face. An impulse runs through you.

Without thinking about the consequences, you dare to close the distance. The kiss is soft at first, a light touch, but soon becomes more intense. Their lips, so firm and sure, mingle with yours, and an unknown fire begins to ignite within you.

Wolf pulls away for a moment, his eyes intently fixed on you, searching for something beyond the surface.

"This is not part of the training". He says, his voice deep and deep, like a warning.

"I'd love it to be," you said as brazenly as possible

"I should teach you another lesson"

A groan came from your lips. You moaned when suddenly you felt the Sensei's fingers against your clitoris, you couldn't even think at what moment he put his hand into your suit, he managed to insert two fingers between your pussy and thigh to rub your clitoris.

You gasped moving your hips to look for more friction with his hand, needed.

"God..." you groaned

"If only your bell ringers could see you..." she came close to your ear to whisper "So desperate for your Sensei's fingers"

You responded with another groan, your mind completely clouded by excitement.

"Do you like having my fingers inside you?" you felt your walls contract around his fingers and you were so close.

"Y-y-yes.." you gasped for her lips to silence your moans

"If what?" he pushed his lips away before you could even touch them

"Yes-yes S-sensei," as a reward he brought his lips back to yours kissing you, you were so close.

"Oh, fuck!" you moaned "Please let me!" you pleaded desperately.

"You can do better than that," your Sensei says.

You complained and tilted your head back.

"Sensei, please!" you complained "I'm behaving well" you said desperately.

That was enough for me to give you permission to.

"Come to me," is all he says.

The Sensei rubbed your hard, just enough to push you to the limit. You came hard and emitted a loud moan that came from your lips. Your movements stopped and your head fell on his shoulder. You gasped hard as he rubbed your back.

"I think I could give you more lessons," he smiled so shamelessly, sticking out his soaked hand. "You know, so you can improve your movements."

[cobraka-i]

kwon

could u do a kwon smut..hehe

A/n: IT'S SMUTTY TIME😘

𝐴𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑠ℎ: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑆𝑀𝑈𝑇, 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒!

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 ��𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑑𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑛, 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑦𝑠, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 , 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 , 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣, 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑢𝑚.

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The empty dojo was dimly lit, shadows stretching long across the polished wooden floor. The distant hum of the city buzzed through the open windows, but inside, only their breaths filled the space—quick, measured, and charged.

Kwon’s eyes locked onto yours, his stance solid and poised. “One more round,” he said, a hint of challenge lacing his voice. “Or are you scared of losing?”

You smirked, your hands tightening into fists. “Only if you’re ready to taste the mat.”

You circled each other, feet gliding silently. The tension between you was electric, your movements sharp, each strike and dodge a dance of precision. Kwon lunged, but you deflected—his forearm brushing yours, sending a jolt through you both. You spun, narrowly missing his sweep, your eyes meeting again, closer this time.

For a moment, you froze, breathless. His hand hovered near your waist, your face inches from his. Heartbeats thundered in the silence.

“Adrenaline rush enough for you?” Kwon whispered, voice low, eyes intense.

You didn’t step back. “Not even close.”

You pressed forward, launching a swift kick he barely dodged. Your spar continued, more heated, more intense. Each strike was sharper, each dodge tighter. You weren’t just fighting now—you were feeling. Testing limits, pushing boundaries.

Kwon pinned your arm against the wall, your bodies almost touching. His breath was ragged. “You’re holding back.”

“Maybe,” you shot back, eyes flicking to his lips for just a second. “Or maybe I’m saving the best for tomorrow.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words. Slowly, Kwon released your arm, fingers lingering a little too long. You didn’t move away.

“We’ll win tomorrow,” he said finally, his voice softer. “But right now…”

You leaned closer, eyes blazing. “Let’s finish this.”

Your breath mingled in a narrow space between you, eyes locked. Kwon's hand slid slowly down from your wrist, his touch leaving a trail of heat. Your chest rose and fell, marching his rhythm. The dojo was silent, but the air between you crackled.

"Kwon..." Your voice was barely a whisper, but it held weight.

He leaned closer, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, lingering at your jawline. His voice was low, rough. "This what youneeded to feel alive?"

You didn't answer with words. You closed the distance between you. Your lips meeting his in a slow tentative kiss that quickly deepened. It was a collision-fierce, desperate and charged with everything unspoken between you. Kwon's hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of your gi.

The world outside the dojo disappeared. It was just you two-every touch, every breath, igniting something raw and uncontrollable. Your hands found his shoulders, fingers digging in as you melted into him. Kwon pressed you gently against the wall, his mouth moving from your lips to your jaw, then lower, each kiss deliberate, each pauseheavy with intention.

You whispered his name again, your voice softer now, laced with need. His response was a low, approving murmur, his eyes dark with intensity

"Still holding back?" You teased, breathless.

He smiled against your skin, the edge of his teeth grazing your neck. "Not anymore."

Kwon's lips traced a slow path along Your neck, each kiss sending a shiver through you. Your hands slid beneath his gi, fingers grazing the hard lines of his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. He groaned softly against your skin, the sound vibrating through you.

Your movements were deliberate every touch heavy with meaning. Kwon's fingers found the knot of you rbelt, pausing just long enough to meet your eyes-a silent question.You nodded, your breath catching as hetugged the fabric loose, letting it fall away. The weight of their gazes, the slow, deliberate pace-it was more than physical. This was trust, raw,and unfiltered.

Your hands moved to Kwon's belt,mirroring his actions. Each layer removed was a barrier falling, an unspoken promise. When you finally stood bare before each other the moment stretched, heavy with anticipation

He reached for you, his touch softer now, reverent. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

Your lips met again, the kiss deeper, more urgent. You moved together every touch a conversation, every breath a confession. It wasn't just about desire; it was about knowing each other completely, without walls.

You bit your lip, once you pulled away, holding back any moans that wanted to escape. Your arms wrapped around his neck, wanting him closer to you.

Kwon's smirk widened as he felt your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer. He pressed his body flush against yours, the heat between you almost unbearable. He trailed his lips up your neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin as he went, marking you as his.

"You're being awfully quiet..

He murmured, his breath hot against your ear. You stayed quiet, looking at the mirror that was besides you.

Kwon followed your gaze, his eyes locking onto the mirror beside you. He smirked as he saw your flushed face and swollen lips, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. "Look at you..so beautiful, all marked up and needy for me"

Whimpers escaped this time. Kwon chuckled as the whimpers slipped past your lips, his eyes darkening with desire as he ran his handsown your bare arms, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"That's it, baby... don't hold back,Let me hear those pretty little sounds." "Kwon.." Your breath hitched, making you breathless from his cold touch. Kwon shushed you softly, his hands sliding down to your waist as he leaned in to whisper in your ear again.

"Shh, relax... 'll take care of you, princess." You couldn't help but look away from shyness when he pulled Your bottom part of your gi down, showing a wet spot between your thighs.

You gasped as he touched your pussy, sensitive from his tender touches. Kwon smirked at your gasp, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles around your sensitive flesh "You're so wet for me, princess. All for me, and no one else. "

He whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to touch you, his fingers getting closer and closer to where you wanted them most.

He pushed against you, teasing and touching your clothed pussy."Kwon-" Kwon chuckled, enjoying the way you were practically begging for him, the sound of his name on your lips like music to his ears. "What is it, princess? Use your Words. "

He said, his fingers still moving in slow, teasing circles, never quite touching where you needed him most.

"Please... Need you so bad." You whined, bucking your hips to into his hand. "I'II take anything..." Kwon smirked wider at your words, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you buck your hips desperately against his hand. "Anything, huh? You're being a greedy little princess, aren't you?"He teased, his fingers finally slipping under the waistband of your panties, gently tracing your folds.

You gasped loudly, turning to the side to see your naked body in the mirror. "What if someone walks in-" Kwon chuckled, his fingers continuing to tease your folds as he looked at you in the mirror "Then they'll see you all pretty and marked up, and they'll know you belong to me." He said possessively, his other hand gripping your chin and forcing you to look at your reflection.

You nodded slowly, staring into his eyes, and biting your lip. "Please Kwon..." Kwon smirked at your submission, his eyes filled with dominance as he slowly slid a finger inside you "Good girl. so obedient for me"bHe whispered, his other hand still gripping your chin, forcing you to watch yourself in the mirror as he started to move his fingerinside you.

You moaned into his neck, pulling him closer. "oh fuck!-" Kwon chuckled lowly as you moaned into his neck, the sound going straight to his head. He started to move his finger faster, his free hand moving down to grip your hip, holding you in place against him. "Shh, baby... we have to be quiet" He whispered, nipping at your ear lobe as he added a second finger, stretching you out.

"Fuck..." You whimpered. Even his fingers were huge. Kwon smirked, enjoying the way your body was responding to his touch. He curled his fingers inside you searching for that sweet spot. "God, you're so tight... taking my fingers so well." You gripped onto the wall, bucking your hips more into his hand and attempting to rub your clit with his palm.

Kwon chuckled at your desperate attempts to find relief, his palm rubbing against your clit with each movement of his fingers. "Needy little princess, aren't you? Can't even control yourself." "Please! Keep going... Almost there-" You keep doing little gasps in between, your eyes closing.

Kwon increased the pace of his fingers, his movements becoming more rough and relentless as he continued to work you closer to the edge. "Open your eyes, princess..want you to look at yourself when you cum." You nodded tiredly, your jaw slightly dropping with a moan as you came undone in front of him.

Kwon watched intently as you came undone, his eyes filled with a possessive hunger as he felt your body tremble against him. He slowly withdrew his fingers,bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean. "Good girl...you look so beautiful when you cum, princess" You stumbled in his arms, breathing heavily from the harsh orgasm.

Kwon chuckled softly as you stumbled into his arms, holding you close to his chest. "Easy there, princess... I got you" He said gently, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back soothingly "Want more..." You begged softly.

Kwon's eyes darkened again at your plea, his grip on you tightening as he felt his own desire reignite. "Yeah? You want more, princess?Greedy little thing, aren't you?" "Please?... I can take your cock now." You pleaded as he held you in his arms. Kwon's breath hitched at your words, his resolve weakeningas you begged for him sodesperately. He looked at you,seeing the need in your eyes and he couldn't deny you any longer

"Such a desperate little thing...you want my cock that badly?" You nodded frantically. Kwon chuckled at your frantic nodding, his hands moving down to grip your thighs as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. "I'm gonna ruin you, princess... make you mine in every way possible."

You bit your lip, watching his cock dissappear in your pussy. Kwon groaned as he slowly pushed inside you, his head falling back as he felt your walls clench around him. "Fuck..you're so tight, baby...so perfect for me." You gasped loudly, not expecting the huge stretch, despite being stretched from his fingers before."Shit wait!Slow slow..."

Kwon stopped immediately, his grip on your thighs tightening as he heard your gasp of pain. "Shh, baby.. breathe for me." He said softly, gently rubbing your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. You closed your eyes, adjusting to him. "Mkay.. Move..or are you even fully in yet.." You whimpered in fear and opened one eye to look down.

Kwon chuckled lowly his gaze following yours down to where you were joined together. "Almost...you're taking me so well,princess...just a little bit more. " You nodded slowly.

Kwon gently continued to push inside you, slowly flling you up until he was fully sheathed inside you. "God..you feel amazing princess. You feel so good wrapped around me." You let out a moan in relief, happy he was finally in.

Kwon groaned in response to your moan, his hands moving to grip your hips as he held you still, letting you adjust to his size. "Such a good girl, taking all of me..you're mine, princess. You belong to me and no one else."

Kwon let out a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he slowly started to move, pulling out of you almost completely before slamming back in again. Kwon's thrusts became more intense, each one hiting deep inside you as he buried his face in your neck, leaving a trail of bites and hickeys.

"Fuck, princess... you feel so good...you take me so well. You're so perfect.. all mine.."

"Yeah? Fuck all for you!-" Your moans were breathless. Kwon let out a low growl, his thrusts becoming more rough and desperate as he pinned you against the wall. "That's right, princess..all for me... no one else gets to touch you, understand? You're mine to use, mine to claim, mine to own..."

You nodded fast, drool coming out of your mouth from all the pleasure.Kwon smirked at the sight of you drooling, enjoying the fact that he was the one causing you to feel this way. "Look at you, so pathetic and needy... completely at my mercy"

"Want your cum!.. Want it so bad.." You whimpered. Kwon's thrusts became more erratic as he listened to your whimpers, feeling himself getting closer to the edge. "Yeah? You want me to fill you up, princess? Want me to claim you from the inside out?"

you nodded, your mind fogging up and not being able to use words. Kwon groaned at your inability to speak, his grip on you becomingbalmost bruising as he pounded into you. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum soon, princess... gonna fill you up until it's dripping down your thighs.. gonna make sure everyone knows you're mine. " Nothing came out of your lips but moans and whimpers.

Kwon's head fell against your shoulder as he continued to thrust into you, his breathing becoming more ragged as he neared his release. "Shit...gonna cum..gonna fill you up.." You arched your back, legs shaking as you came undone before him. Kwon groaned loudly as he felt you clench around him, your orgasm sending him over the edge as he slammed into you one final time, releasing himself deep inside you.

You opened your mouth to moan loudly, squirting on him and drenching him with your juices. Kwon was taken aback by thesudden squirting, but he smirked and continued to thrust slowlybthrough his orgasm, his eyes locked on the mess you made on him. "Such a dirty girl, princess... Iook at you... squirting all over me..."

You breathed heavily, realizing what you did. You've never done that before until Kwon. He made you feel things no one else had. Kwon pulled out of you slowly, watching as a mixture of his cum and your juices dripped down your thighs.

"Look at that...look how messy you are for me...all because of me." You hummed softly, falling into his arms again. Kwon caught you easily,wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "You did so good, princess...you were perfect for me." You closed my eyes and nodded.

Kwon gently rubbed your back, holding you close as he sat down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. You rested on the couch as Kwon cleaned you up and put on your clothes.

Kwon carefully cleaned you up,taking his time to make sure he got every last bit of the messoff of you. Once you were clean, he helped you into your clothes before pulling you back onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close.

"Hmmm.. Good adrenaline rush?" You said, tired. Kwon chuckled and nodded, running his fingers through your hair as he held you.

"Definitely..."

You smiled and kissed his cheek before resting in his arms again. Kwon smiled at the kiss, gently squeezing your waist as he looked down at you, his expression softening.

"Best adrenaline rush ever..." He whispered in a soft tone.

[cobraka-i]

kwon

# READY FOR IT, ㅤㅤ KWON JAE SUNG

ㅤㅤ★ SUMMARY !

× You and Kwon make an unbeatable pair in the world of karate, dominating the mat with your skill, strength, and undeniable connection. Together, you are unstoppable, but what starts as a professional partnership grows into something deeper and more intense.

ㅤㅤ★ WARNINGS !

× None

ㅤㅤ★ NOTES !

× Don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog to help with visibility! I’d also be thrilled if you followed the account 💗

( REQUEST ) . . . 🥋

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The night was silent, the dojo illuminated only by a few dim lights. But for you and Kwon, the world around you seemed to disappear whenever you were together on the mat. Tonight's training had been more intense than usual, but there was something different in the air. A feeling that something was about to change.

Kwon stood there in front of you, his eyes intense and focused as always. But there was something in the way he looked at you now, something you couldn’t quite place. It was as if he knew something was about to happen—something beyond the fight, beyond the training, something far more personal.

You moved quickly, striking with the precision Kwon always expected. But instead of dodging or blocking as usual, he advanced with unexpected speed, his arms wrapping around you and bringing you both down onto the mat, laughing and breathing heavily.

The moment his body pressed against yours, the world seemed to pause. He was so close that the heat of his body was palpable, and the sensation of being with him went far beyond mere training or the connection you shared. It was something deeper, something you could no longer ignore.

Kwon looked at you, a mischievous smile on his lips and a spark in his eyes that you’d never seen before. He had always been confident, but tonight, he seemed more… resolute. As if he knew what was happening between the two of you wasn’t just a simple romance—it was something powerful.

You smiled, your heart pounding harder. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and it made you feel the same way. It didn’t matter if the world was against you or if the training was tough. With Kwon, you felt like you could face anything. And in that moment, between laughter and sighs, you knew: he was yours.

Kwon had always been like that—charming, reliable, yet unpredictable. And you? Well, you knew you weren’t so different. He had stolen your heart from the very first day, and you hadn’t even needed an excuse.

He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your skin, and you felt a rush of excitement surge through your body. Your heart pounded in your chest, matching the growing tension between you. When Kwon finally spoke, his voice soft and teasing in a way only he could manage, each word seemed to carry an unspoken promise.

“I knew from the start you’d be mine. I didn’t need anything else.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, the impact of his words reverberating through your entire being. In that instant, the world around you seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of you and the magnetic pull that had always bound you together.

“You’re feeling pretty confident today, aren’t you?” Your voice came out quieter than you intended, almost a whisper.

Kwon’s lips curled into a small, meaningful smile. He raised his hand to your face, his fingers gliding softly over your cheek. His eyes, as intense as the first day you’d met him, seemed to take in every detail of you, as if he wanted to memorize everything.

“It’s not confidence. It’s certainty,” he said, pausing for a moment, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “And you know it just as much as I do.”

The space between you seemed to shrink even more, and you felt his breath mingle with yours. It was as if everything you had built together, on and off the mat, had led to this moment. The warmth of his body was almost tangible, and the closeness made your heart race in a way you couldn’t control.

“Kwon…” you began, but he interrupted, his hand now sliding to the curve of your neck.

“We have to train.”

His tone was firm, but Kwon’s eyes sparkled with that kind of determination you knew so well—the kind that meant he wasn’t going to give up easily.

“Just a few minutes of a break…” He gave you that signature lopsided grin that made your defenses waver. “Let me prove I was right.”

Before you could protest, his lips met yours. It was like a jolt of heat and electricity, slow at first but quickly intensifying. The passion he poured into the kiss was overwhelming, as if every movement was designed to completely disarm you. You felt his hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer, his warmth enveloping you entirely.

It was impossible to think about anything else. The mat, the training, even the time—all of it disappeared. In that moment, there was only him. The way his fingers traced gentle circles at the base of your spine, the way his breath mixed with yours, as if time had stopped.

When Kwon finally pulled back, he kept his forehead pressed against yours, his breathing heavy, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers remained tangled in your hair, lazily playing with the strands as if he didn’t want to let go of the moment.

“You’re mine, as much as I’m yours.” His voice was low, husky, but filled with conviction.

You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a soft sigh as you tried to steady your pounding heart. He chuckled softly, that deep, comforting sound that always made you melt, before leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Now we can train, if you still think you can focus.” He stepped back, but the mischievous smile remained on his face, as if he knew exactly the effect he had on you.

You tried to regain your composure, shaking your head and pretending to put on a seriousness that had long since vanished.

“Only because I’m going to win,” you said, your voice coming out more confident than you felt, which only made Kwon’s grin widen.

“Oh, sure.” He turned, heading to the center of the mat, glancing over his shoulder. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to push away the lingering sensation of his lips on yours and focus on the training. But deep down, you knew you had already lost—not on the mat, but to him, from the moment you let Kwon into your life.

[cobraka-i]

kwon

heyyy could u write a one shot of kwon x reader where they weren't able to see each other for months (reader travelled to a different country and he had to go to the tournament) but reader finally had the chance to go to the sekai taikai and surprises him? maybe suggestive ;) But fluff is ok too, thank youn!

a/n: LMAOOO SNEAKY ANON but yk what ill do it (hes too fine). crazy how i wrote the bf hcs of him yesterday and now i got 3 reqs lmao, not complaining tho. also i want to find good icons to put on my kwon reqs but I CANT CHOOSE,,

warnings; SUGGESTIVE, cursing (only like..once), uhh thats all i think

Kwon stood up along with the rest of the Cobra Kai members, barely paying attention to the announcements being said at the moment— too deep in thought— thoughts of you.

The past few months were hard. Not just for him, for you too. You had to travel to another country for a while due to a family emergency regarding a very ill relative. Although you both facetimed and texted everyday, the distance was still there. It wasn’t the same.

The Sekai Taikai was able to get Kwon to focus on the tournament, but even so it wasn’t enough. His mind kept drifting off to you. He never thought your absence would affect him that much, but ever since you told him you had to stay there longer, he felt the ache in his chest deepen with each passing day. He probably wouldn’t say it out loud, but he missed you. A lot.

As everyone was allowed to leave, Kwon let out a sigh, head tilted a bit low as he walked with the rest of his dojo. What was up with him? He won every match he had, why did it not fuel him up with satisfaction anymore? Even messing around with other dojos wasn’t becoming as fun. It frustrated him.

“Hey, wanna go with us to a bar nearby later?” Yoon went up to him, slightly nudging his shoulder with his elbow.

Kwon snapped out of his thoughts, and stopped walking. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea, he could forget about the emptiness in his heart. “..Sure, why not. I could use some distraction.” He replied. Without saying anything else, he walked away.

· · ·

You let out a sigh of relief after managing to get inside the building where the tournament was being held. You may or may not have lied your way in by saying you were one of Cobra Kai’s backups and Sensei Kim requested you come here as an emergency.

Those at the desk were a bit skeptical, but thankfully didn’t question any further and let you pass.

You walked past the big hallways, trying to think where the rooms were, thinking he was probably resting. You couldn’t wait to see him again— his eyes, his hair, that stupid yet charming smirk he had on his face.

Suddenly, you passed by a teenage guy scrolling through his phone. Maybe he knew Kwon, it was worth asking.

“Uh..excuse me,” You started, a bit nervous as you walked up to him. “Do you know the room number Kwon Jae-Sung is staying in?”

Demetri looked up, an eyebrow raised at the..random question. Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one didn’t cross his mind. He glanced around the room, noticing how it was only you and him. “I don’t think..I can give out that information.” He replied.

“Oh, no. It’s not like that—” You said quickly. “I’m his partner. I wanted to see if he’s okay.”

“Partner?” Demetri repeated. “As in, sparring partner? Then you should kn—”

“No!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. You cleared your throat before continuing, “I meant..I’m his partner..romantically.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” Demetri said, before nodding slightly. He leaned in to whisper the room number, then sat back down. “I’m sure he’s doing very fine.. but that’s the number.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Relief washed over you, as you quickly left, going to the elevators.

Demetri watched as you left, before his eyes widened. “Wait. What if they’re not his partner?”

· · ·

Kwon got out of the elevator, laughing along with his team members who were all drunk and held onto each other for support.

Being at the bar did help him be distracted for a while, drinking along while the rest were doing bets on who could drink the most without getting drunk at all.

“Hey, why don’t we go out again for some more fun? It isn’t too late,” One of them suggested.

“Not a bad idea. Let’s go,— Kwon, you comin’?”

“Nah, I’m good. You guys go ahead.” He said. The others left, leaving him alone.

He opened the door to his room, shutting it behind him and turned on the lock. Walking over to his bed, he began to take off his shirt and draped a towel around his waist. Just as he was going to enter the shower, a finger tapped on his shoulder.

As he turned around, he was taken by surprise.

You were standing there, with a mischievous smile.

How did you get in his room? Was he dreaming? Was he too tired after training? Did he drink too much? Did he—

“I got you~!” You said with a chuckle.

He couldn’t feel his heartbeat— he couldn’t believe it. You were here, in front of him. After months of longing, of only talking through a screen, you were standing right there, your bodies’ mere inches away from the other. Without thinking, he closed the distance between you two, pulling you into his arms.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he mumbled into your hair, his fingers tracing the curve of your back, feeling the warmth of your body against his.

You laughed softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze, “I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Yeah..and you did,” He replied. “but now that you’re here..” His eyes trailed over your body up and down, voice low. The tension built between you both was obvious, the look in his eyes said it.

His lips twitched into a smirk, pulling you close to him again, “Tell me my love, did you miss me a lot?” He asked, in a teasing yet flirtatious tone.

“Maybe, who knows?” you mumbled, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Want to find out?”

Kwon didn’t reply, his lips crashing on yours as his hands instinctively held onto your waist. The kiss deepened, hinting at the need that every inch of his body begged for. It was obvious to you—he wanted more.

Your fingers went up his chest, your other hand pulling him even closer to you–if that was possible.

He pulled away for a second, as your eyes met. His dark eyes were full of lust, but also shone with a hint of mischief. Before you knew it, Kwon leaned in again, kissing your jaw and trailing down to your collarbone. Removing a hand that was on your hip, he held onto your leg, lifting it up as you curled it around his waist.

Kwon kept kissing your body, the sounds that left your lips only fueling his desire. He had your back pressed against the wall, and began to take off your shirt.

“Fuck..” He silently cursed to himself as he looked up to see your expression— cheeks red as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Looking like a mess, how cute. And just for me, right?”

You nodded frantically, wanting him to stop teasing and continue.

Knowing you were desperate, Kwon chuckled. “Don’t worry love, after so many months apart, I’m not done with you just yet.”

HELP I FEEL SO EMBARRASSED I FEEL LIKE I DID SO BAD ON THIS 💀 well it was definitely interesting to do lol..time to work on those other requests now

[cobraka-i]

miguel diaz

# THE ALCHEMY, ㅤㅤ MIGUEL DIAZ

ㅤㅤ★ SUMMARY !

× At the height of the Sekai Taikai in Barcelona, the Miyagi-Do dojo faces off against the Panther Fury team. Miguel proves that even amidst the world competition, his greatest trophy is you.

ㅤㅤ★ WARNINGS !

× Nothing.

ㅤㅤ★ NOTES !

× I had to bring a oneshot from Miguel, I wasn't finding new ones and I had an idea while listening to my queen Taylor. Don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog to help with visibility! I’d also be thrilled if you followed the account 💗

word count: 1.822

where's the trophy? he just comes, running over to me

The Sekai Taikai was in full swing, every moment charged with electrifying tension. The elevated platform, bathed in bright spotlights, felt like a stage that captured the undivided attention of everyone present. The stands were packed with fans from around the globe, their voices blending into a deafening roar that vibrated in the air. The spectacle was grand, but the weight of the moment seemed to fall entirely on the fighters.

The Panther Fury, known for their relentless strategy and aggressive style, were dominating the platform. The Miyagi-Do had faced significant challenges before, but nothing compared to the pressure and intensity of the world championship.

You stood there, side by side with your teammates, ready to defend the dojo that meant so much to you. Miguel had a determined look as the team fight began. It was a synchronized chaos—punches, kicks, dodges—a violent and precise dance between the two teams.

However, the tactical superiority of the Panther Fury soon became evident. They were fast, cunning, and determined to exploit every weakness. Sam was the first to be destabilized, stumbling and falling off the platform. Hawk followed shortly after, along with other members of Miyagi-Do, including you.

When a precise blow struck your side, you felt the impact launch you off the edge. The fall was quick; the cushioned mat absorbed part of the shock but couldn’t entirely shield you from the pain radiating through your body. From the side of the platform, you looked up, your breathing heavy and your heart tight.

Miguel was alone now.

Before him stood two formidable opponents, both larger and stronger. But Miguel didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself, fists clenched, eyes fixed. Determination burned in his gaze.

“You’ve got this, Miguel…” you whispered, your heart racing as you watched his every move on the elevated platform.

The first opponent attacked with a flurry of rapid strikes, trying to wear Miguel down to exhaustion. He dodged with mastery, as if predicting each attack before it happened. With a precise spinning kick, Miguel unbalanced the opponent, sending him to the ground of the platform.

The second fighter wasted no time. He advanced with powerful punches, landing one on Miguel’s side, causing him to stagger. For a moment, you held your breath. But then, as if fueled by the crowd’s energy and the weight of representing all of you, Miguel recovered, his movements growing faster and more precise.

The audience was in a frenzy, each exchanged blow keeping everyone on the edge of their seats. Miguel seemed unstoppable, his technique and strength outmatching his opponent’s. Finally, in a flawless move, he delivered a kick that sent the last opponent off the platform.

For a fraction of a second, silence fell over the arena, as if the world were holding its breath with you. Then, the announcer shouted:

“Victory for Miyagi-Do! With Miguel Diaz!”

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Flags waved in the air as Miguel’s name was chanted in unison. But at the center of it all, he didn’t seem focused on the crowd. Miguel walked to the edge of the platform, raising his arms in celebration before letting out a shout that echoed through the stadium:

“Let’s gooo!”

He seemed invincible at that moment, as if the universe had conspired to place him in that instant of glory. Sweat glistened on his skin under the intense lights, every drop a testament to the effort and passion he had poured into the fight. His disheveled hair fell casually, and his eyes shone with the intensity of someone who had achieved the impossible. When his victory cry escaped his lips, it wasn’t just a celebration; it was a silent vow that he would fight the world if necessary to protect what mattered.

As he descended from the platform, time seemed to slow. His eyes found yours with almost hypnotic precision, as if he were being guided to you. In that moment, you were sure he wasn’t just celebrating his victory in the ring—he was coming to you, every step laden with meaning.

The smile on his lips was more than contagious; it was devastating. There was something wild and pure about it, a mix of pride and vulnerability that made your heart race in a way that was almost painful. There was unparalleled beauty in the way he walked, like a warrior returning from the battlefield, every movement purposeful.

When he stopped in front of you, Miguel didn’t hesitate. His fingers found yours in a touch that felt simultaneously casual and profoundly symbolic, as if silently saying that everything he had achieved was meant to be shared with you. Before you could react, he pulled you into his arms with an intensity that made the world around you disappear.

It was a gesture as impulsive as it was genuine, so charged with emotion that you could barely breathe. But it didn’t matter. In that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you knew there was nothing in the world more right than being there, in Miguel’s arms, celebrating not just his victory, but what the two of you represented together.

“That was for you, you know,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from the effort of the fight but filled with emotion. His eyes, still glowing with the adrenaline of victory, seemed clearer, more intense, as if he were trying to communicate something words couldn’t express.

You tried to respond, but the lump in your throat made it difficult. You felt his warmth, the faint woody scent mixed with the sweat and exertion of the fight, and it was enough to leave your mind in complete chaos. Still, you found the strength to say:

“Miguel, you were… incredible.”

The words came out softly, almost a whisper, but they were true. He had been more than incredible; he had been extraordinary, showcasing not just his skill but his resilience and heart.

Miguel let out a soft laugh, leaning slightly closer so only you could hear him amidst the crowd.

“No, you don’t understand,” he said, his expression softening, but his eyes remaining locked on yours. “I fought for all of us, for what we believe in… but deep down, all I wanted was for you to see what I’m capable of.”

The impact of his words made your heart race even more. He seemed so vulnerable at that moment, even after such a grand victory. You felt his hand tighten around yours, as if seeking some kind of reassurance, a sign that you understood. And you did.

“I saw, Miggy. I saw everything.” Your voice trembled slightly, but the sincerity was undeniable.

For a moment, time lost its importance. The cheers and shouts around you became a distant echo, a muffled melody that couldn’t compete with the rapid rhythm of your heart. Miguel’s gaze remained fixed on yours, and you saw something in him you had never noticed before: an overwhelming intensity, a flame burning with pure, disarming emotion, as if he were revealing a part of himself he had never shown anyone.

Without hesitation, he leaned closer, the world around you dissolving completely. When his lips finally met yours, it was as if everything made sense. The touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if he wanted to make that moment last forever. But quickly, the kiss deepened, filled with passion and feelings he couldn’t put into words. It was more than a gesture; it was a confession, a silent promise that you were, at that moment, everything to him.

For a moment, time lost its meaning. The applause and cheers around you became a distant echo, a muffled melody that couldn’t compete with the rapid rhythm of your heartbeat. Miguel’s gaze remained fixed on yours, and you saw something in it you had never noticed before: an overwhelming intensity, a flame burning with pure, disarming emotion, as if he were revealing a part of himself he had never shown anyone.

Without hesitation, he leaned in closer, the world around you dissolving completely. When his lips finally met yours, everything seemed to fall into place. The touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if he wanted to prolong the moment forever. But soon, the kiss deepened, charged with passion and feelings he couldn’t express in words. It was more than a gesture; it was a confession, a silent promise that, in that moment, you were everything to him.

The crowd erupted in applause and whistles, but you barely noticed. Miguel was all that existed – the warmth radiating from him, the firmness of his hands holding you with a determination that seemed to say, 'I’ll never let go.' Each second was an eternity, and the entire world seemed to shrink until it held only the two of you.

When he finally pulled back, the smile on his face was both teasing and sweet, but his eyes told a different story. They shone with something raw, something he usually kept hidden, but which now spilled over in his expression – a vulnerability so sincere it made your heart race even faster. In that gaze, you found more than passion; you found the certainty that, to him, you were the center of everything.

"You’re my trophy," he declared, his tone light, contrasting with the sincerity in his eyes. The smile on his lips carried a mix of playfulness and tenderness, but the words, though teasing, held a weight you could feel in your soul.

You laughed softly, an attempt to ease the wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm you, but you couldn’t look away. Your cheeks burned, and your heart felt like it was running a marathon, but none of it mattered. Because, in that moment, he was all that existed – and the certainty that this victory was far more than a medal or a title. It was something that transcended the mat and the applause.

Reality, however, began to seep back in. The cheers and applause of the crowd filled the air, and the arena’s energy seemed to double in intensity. You blinked, realizing that everyone had watched the scene – every glance, every word, and, most importantly, the kiss that seemed to have stopped time.

Miguel, however, seemed entirely unaware of the attention. He didn’t seem to care about the hundreds of eyes fixed on the two of you. On the contrary, there was a carefree confidence in him, as if he were telling the whole world that this was exactly where he wanted to be.

"Let them talk," he said casually, winking at you with a charm that made your heart leap.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. It wasn’t just about the victory on the mat, but about the silent, powerful connection you had built – something that transcended any trophy or applause. The real victory was there, reflected in the shared glances, the smiles that spoke louder than words, and the certainty that, together, you had found something infinitely more valuable.

[cobraka-i]

kwon

Your Kwin fics are amazing! Can I request one where he and the reader and both part of Cobra Kai and have been dating for years and one of the guys from Miyagi-Do develops a crush on the reader at the Sekai Taikai and tries to hit on her making Kwon mad and he fights him?

𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑀𝑖𝑦𝑎𝑔𝑖 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢?

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑛, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔.

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You and Kwon had been through everything together—years of training, fighting side by side, and, most importantly, building something lasting. There was no denying that you both came from different worlds. You were raised on the values of Cobra Kai: strength, discipline, and an unyielding sense of competition. Kwon, though, was different. He embodied Cobra Kai's fierce loyalty, but there was something more about him—something that made him a perfect fit for you. You’d both been through the toughest of times, and yet, here you were, together, stronger than ever.

The Sekai Taikai tournament was upon you, the stakes higher than they’d ever been before. Cobra Kai was going to represent South Korea on the global stage, and you were determined to show the world what true Cobra Kai strength looked like. Kwon was by your side, as always, but there was something about this tournament that felt different. With all the rivalries brewing, you could feel the tension in the air.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

The competition was fierce, and you were in the middle of preparing for your next round when you caught sight of him. It was one of the Miyagi-Do guys—Demetri. He had always been quiet and reserved, like most of the Miyagi-Do students, but there was something different about him now. He was hanging around the dojo area, his eyes constantly flicking over to you.

You tried to ignore it at first, chalking it up to nerves before a big match. But then, the more you saw him, the more you noticed how often he lingered near you during practice. You’d catch his gaze more than once, and every time you looked back at him, his eyes seemed to brighten.

"Hey, Y/N," Demetri said one evening, pulling you out of your thoughts as you were stretching by the sidelines. "I wanted to ask you something."

You glanced up, surprised by his sudden approach. "Yeah? What’s up?"

He scratched the back of his neck nervously, clearly not as confident as his words suggested. "I... I think you're incredible. You’ve been killing it in the tournament, and... well, I’ve been watching you for a while now." He hesitated. "I wanted to know if you wanted to grab a drink or something after the match. You know, just to talk. I think we could really get along."

You blinked, unsure of how to respond. You hadn’t expected this at all—especially not from someone from Miyagi-Do. You opened your mouth to say something, but then, you felt it—a presence behind you.

Kwon had appeared without a sound, his eyes dark and intense as he looked from you to Demetri. His jaw tightened.

“You should be careful who you talk to,” Kwon said, his voice cool but edged with something that made Demetri stiffen.

Demetri blinked, caught off guard. “I was just—”

“I heard you,” Kwon interrupted. His gaze never left Demetri. “My girlfriend’s not interested. And if you’re looking to get a drink, maybe you should try one of your own Miyagi-Do buddies.”

You felt the tension between them instantly. Demetri took a step back, clearly rattled by Kwon's cold, controlled demeanor. But Kwon wasn’t finished. He looked at you with that protective intensity you knew so well. “You good?” he asked, his voice softer now, but the possessiveness in his tone was unmistakable.

You nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable with the sudden tension. “I’m fine, Kwon.”

But Demetri wasn’t backing down so easily. “I don’t think you have to act like that,” he said to Kwon, his voice rising with a hint of challenge. “It’s just a drink. I don’t think your girlfriend needs to be controlled like that.”

Kwon’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "You’re making a mistake," he said in a low growl. "Keep it up, and we’ll see how well your Miyagi-Do values hold up in a fight."

Demetri’s eyes widened, but there was no turning back now. He stepped forward, chest puffed out. "I’m not scared of you."

Kwon’s lips curled into a tight, dangerous smile. “You should be."

Before you could even step in to calm things down, Kwon lunged forward, pushing Demetri back into the side of the ring, knocking over a few of the training dummies in the process. The noise was deafening as Kwon's fists landed with precision. Demetri tried to counter, but Kwon was relentless—moving with an ease that only years of Cobra Kai training could give.

"Kwon, stop!" you shouted, rushing to intervene, but Kwon wasn’t listening. Demetri was on the ground now, trying to catch his breath.

"You don’t talk to my girl," Kwon said, his voice cold and filled with fury as he stood over Demetri. "Got it?"

Demetri nodded, his face pale as he struggled to stand up. Kwon didn’t let him. “I said, got it?”

"Yeah, yeah. Got it," Demetri stammered, looking terrified.

Kwon stepped back, his body tense and ready for anything. “Good,” he muttered, turning to you with an unreadable expression on his face.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

Later that evening, you found Kwon in the corner of the Cobra Kai dojo, wiping his hands with a towel. His face was hard, but you could see the remnants of anger still burning in his eyes. You walked up to him, placing a hand on his arm.

“Kwon...” you started, unsure of how to even begin the conversation. “You didn’t have to do that. I could’ve handled it.”

Kwon’s gaze softened, just a little. He turned to face you, his eyes still intense but now filled with concern. “I know you could’ve handled it. But I don’t want anyone thinking they can come near you. Especially not him.”

You sighed, stepping closer. "He’s from Miyagi-Do. He didn’t know better."

“I don’t care,” Kwon muttered. "When it comes to you, no one gets to disrespect you like that. Not even him."

You placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your palm. "I’m not going anywhere, Kwon. I’m with you."

He looked down at you, his gaze softening, though there was still a protective fire in his eyes. “I don’t care if it's Miyagi-Do, Cobra Kai, or whoever. As long as you’re mine, no one else gets a chance.”

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with affection. "I’m yours, Kwon. Always."

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

The next day, as you both prepared for the next round of the Sekai Taikai tournament, you couldn’t help but feel the shift. Kwon’s protective instincts had always been there, but now you knew just how far he’d go to keep you safe.

You shared a moment before the match, standing side by side, preparing yourself mentally for the challenge ahead. "You ready?" Kwon asked, his eyes locking with yours.

You nodded, confidence surging through you. "With you by my side? Always."

The tournament raged on, but no matter what happened next, you knew one thing for sure—nothing could break the bond you had with Kwon. Not a Miyagi-Do crush, not any competition. The fire between you two was unbreakable.

And that, you knew, was the ultimate strength.

The Sekai Taikai tournament would eventually come to a close, but the fire between you and Kwon would never extinguish. You had your ups and downs, but through every fight—whether on the mat or in your relationship—you knew you’d always have each other’s backs. And in the world of Cobra Kai, that was the only thing that truly mattered.

[cobraka-i]

axel kovacevic

hi can I please make a request for Axel Kovacevic. Just finished season 6 and I’m in love with him. I’m thinking super fluffy where he and y/n meet at the tournament and it’s like love at first sight. He can show her around Barcelona and maybe they finally kiss or something and with her teammate’s (Miyagi-Do ) reactions to their relation ship. Maybe also something with the huge fight at the end and the cobra Kai guy kicks y/n and axel goes all protective mode and comforts her after beating up the other guy. Sorry this is so long I’m just rambling😅

𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐚 | axel kovacevic x fem!reader

summary | they fall in love at first sight and he shows you places in Barcelona while confessing his feelings to you, a bit of reactions from his friends at Miyagi-Do

warnings | english is not my first language, fluff, romance, emotional tension

word count | 1.5 k

Ever since you saw him defeat the Cobra Kai guys in the first match, something changed inside you. There was something about the way Axel fought: so direct, so confident, without hesitation. It wasn't just his combat prowess that had drawn you in, but the way he handled pressure, how he never lost his cool, and that commanding presence that seemed to control the space around him. The guys from Cobra Kai didn't stand a chance, and even though you'd been focused on your own matches, you couldn't help but admire the way Axel moved, with a confidence that was hard to ignore.

That day, after practice, you decided to go out and explore the city a bit. As you were walking down the hallway of the gym, someone caught your eye. You were surprised to see it so close, after having seen it sweep the tatami. He was even more impressive in person, but there was also something different about him. Despite her strong exterior, there was a much softer energy, as if her sincere gaze and reserved smile hid a sweeter and, oddly enough, shy side.

When his eyes met yours, a shiver ran down your spine. It was an instant spark, although you didn't understand what had caused it. Axel looked at you with that confident look, but also a little cautious, as if he wanted to know more about you before taking another step.

"Wow, a Miyagi-Do in person," he said in a soft tone, almost as if apologizing for his closeness.

You couldn't help but blush, though you tried to keep your composure.

"I'm not the only one," you replied, not thinking too much about what you were saying, but the words sounded almost like an apology.

Axel smiled calmly, but his gaze was different.

"First time in Barcelona?" He asked, and his voice had a softness that made you feel comfortable.

"Yes, it's impressive," you said, looking out over the city.

"Would you like me to show you around the city?" There's a lot more to it than the tournament here. "I can show you some of my favorite places," Axel looked at you with a genuine smile.

You were silent, feeling a mixture of confusion and attraction. You hadn't come to Barcelona for sightseeing, but something about their proposal made you think that maybe you needed a break. The city, the atmosphere... Everything seemed so different to you.

"Okay" Finally, you nodded, not quite knowing why, but with the feeling that you didn't want to let that opportunity pass you by.

Axel looked at you with a subtle smile as they walked through the streets of Barcelona together. They had already traveled through several areas, from Park Güell to the Gothic Quarter, and now they were near the Olympic Port, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere while the sound of the sea reached their ears softly.

In the middle of his walk, Axel, who until then had been somewhat reserved, suddenly stopped, looking at you in a way you hadn't seen before. There was something in his eyes, a faint glimmer of vulnerability that you hadn't noticed until that moment.

"You know?" He said, his voice soft, but somewhat more serious. "I know that, sometimes, I can seem intimidating and scary. All that Iron Dragons stuff, the attitude... Many see me as the tough guy. But, actually, I'm a mess when it comes to this." Axel pointed to the space between the two, as if he was referring to something bigger than the simple act of walking together. "You should get a little closer".

You were silent, surprised by his frankness. For a moment, you thought that what he had just said was a confession of insecurity, one that you hadn't expected from someone like him.

"Axel..." you whispered, before pausing for a moment, staring him in the eye. The intensity of his gaze made you feel as if time stood still. And, without thinking too much, you completed your thought: "I'm not afraid of you, not at all."

The relief on his face was immediate. Axel, who had been in a kind of silent tension up until that point, now seemed a little more relaxed. His smile widened, and his posture, which had been somewhat rigid before, now showed a confidence that you had not seen before.

"That makes me feel... Good," he said, and his voice was full of unexpected tenderness. It wasn't just about his words, but how he said them, as if he was sharing something important to him. "People always think that I am someone who is not afraid of anything. But the truth is that there are many things that scare me... And I'm not just talking about the fights or the tournament. There are things I've never known how to handle... like this." He waved his hand, pointing to the air between the two of them, but his gaze was still fixed on yours.

Your heart took a small leap. Although you didn't have a clear idea of what was going on between you and Axel, something in his sincerity touched you deeply. There was something about his attitude that made you feel that all of this, everything that was going on between you, was real. It was not just a whim of the moment or a game. There was something genuine, something that Axel had inadvertently let through.

You got a little closer, not knowing what to say, but feeling a need to be closer to him. Axel did not back down. In fact, he took a small step towards you, until both of you were only a few inches away from each other. The tension between you somehow disappeared. It was as if the world around them was fading away, leaving them both in their own bubble, oblivious to the noise of the city.

"I wish this wasn't just a moment. Don't just make it because of the tournament," Axel spoke again, this time with a seriousness in his tone that made your chest beat faster. You could see in his eyes that he wasn't playing, that his words were serious.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want you to see me as a distraction. Or as something that might interfere with your goal," you said, with a slight nervousness, but you looked at it with determination, as if you were looking for an answer, a confirmation.

Axel let out a soft laugh, almost as if he was telling you without words that you had nothing to worry about.

"I'm not seeing you as a distraction," he said with a calm smile

Then, without warning, Axel moved a little closer, until the touch of his lips touched yours. It was a soft, tender kiss, as if they were both tasting water for the first time, doubtful but determined. It was not a passionate kiss, but it was charged with a feeling of complicity and emotion that enveloped you completely.

When they parted, Axel took a deep breath, as if he had been holding his breath the entire time. His face was more relaxed, and his smile, though shy, was sincere.

You lost count of how many times you had kissed that night before and after arriving at the hotel, it seemed that you had become addicted to him in just a few minutes, unfortunately you both had to rest for the day that awaited you so without wanting to do so you went to your room without stopping thinking about him, and not a little about the consequences it could bring.

The next day was a challenge. The tournament was still everyone's main focus, but for you, there was something more important than competing. As you got ready in the hotel lobby, with your companions by your side, you couldn't help but think about what had happened between you and Axel.

Miguel, Sam, Robby, and Hawk arrived in the lobby, chatting about the fighting, but as soon as they saw you, Hawk's gaze didn't go unnoticed.

"Hey, is that true?" he asked you, his tone somewhat incredulous, but with a hint of curiosity. "Did we see you last night with Axel, the guy from Iron Dragons?"

The question made you pause for a second, your heart racing, as you tried to find the right words.

"What about that?" you replied, not wanting the situation to become more uncomfortable than it already was.

Hawk, frowning, didn't seem entirely convinced.

"Are you messing with that monster?" His tone was sharper than you expected, and for a moment you thought the conversation might become even more tense.

"Don't call him that, Hawk. You don't know him," you replied, defending Axel without a second thought. It surprised even yourself.

Sam, noticing the discomfort in the air, quickly chimed in with a reassuring smile.

"You have to leave it. If she likes it and is happy, that's all that matters" Sam looked at you with support, as if he wanted to defuse the situation before it got any more complicated.

Miguel also raised his hand, joking to lighten the atmosphere.

"Hawk, are you afraid that someone else will steal the limelight?" Miguel said, with a mocking smile, which made the tension in the group decrease a little.

Robby, with his usual calmness, took a step forward.

"Do what you feel is right, but don't let it influence the tournament," Robby smiled at you, trusting that you knew what was best.

"Look who says it," Miguel let out a small laugh, which lightened the atmosphere even more.

Hawk, though still with a somewhat reluctant expression, said nothing more. The atmosphere, although still tense, began to clear.

[cobraka-i]

sensei wolf

# YOU'RE NOT SORRY, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF (READER! LAWRENCE)

ㅤㅤ★ SUMMARY !

× While training in Barcelona for the international tournament representing Miyagi-Do, you deal with the pressure of stepping in for your father, Johnny Lawrence, who returned to the Valley after Carmen was hospitalized. Struggling with anxiety and worries, you find unexpected support in Wolf, the sensei of the Iron Dragons.

ㅤㅤ★ WARNINGS !

× Angst, fluffy and romance 🔥

ㅤㅤ★ NOTES !

× This is part one! The entire chapter was 6 thousand words hahaha that's why I decided to divide it into two parts. I'll try to post the next part tomorrow 😆 Don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to help with visibility! I"d also be thrilled if you followed the account 💗

( REQUEST ) . . . 🥋

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The Barcelona sun shone brightly, reflecting on the concrete floor of the training gym. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you tried to distract yourself from the news you had just received. Carmen, your stepmother, pregnant, had been rushed to the hospital after feeling unwell at home. Johnny and Miguel quickly packed their things and caught the first flight back to the Valley, leaving you and Robby to secure Miyagi-Do’s victory.

You would represent your father, Sensei Lawrence, while Robby, as team captain, took on the strategic leadership of the team. The pressure was overwhelming, but you knew that bearing the Lawrence family name meant never giving up, even when everything seemed to be falling apart.

Johnny’s words still echoed in your mind before he boarded the flight: "I know you can do this, kid. Just be yourself. I"m proud of you, always."

But deep down, you weren’t so sure.

As you punched the heavy bag, trying to release your anxiety, you heard footsteps approaching. You didn't need to look to know who it was.

"You're going to rip the seams on that bag, you know?" Wolf's teasing voice echoed in the gym.

"Maybe that's exactly what I want to do." You threw another punch, turning to face him. He stood there, leaning against the wall, watching. The faint, carefree smile on his face betrayed no real emotion. He had been persistently hanging around you since the start of the tournament, leading to a strange sort of "friendship."

"Are you okay?" he asked, stepping closer, his tone more serious now.

You sighed, grabbing the towel nearby to wipe your sweat.

"If 'okay' includes being overwhelmed, worried about my pregnant stepmom in the hospital, and under the pressure to win an international tournament, then yeah, I"m fine."

Wolf chuckled softly, but there was understanding in his eyes.

"You know, sometimes it helps to talk about it."

"Why do you care, Wolf?" you asked, more irritated than you intended.

He caught you off guard with the sincerity in his reply.

"Because someone has to."

You were silent for a moment. Something about the way he looked at you—without judgment—made your defenses falter.

"She's pregnant, you know? Carmen. My dad seemed so happy, but now all this..." Your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard. "I don't want anything to happen to her."

Wolf stepped closer, stopping beside you.

"Nothing's going to happen to her. I'm sure she's in good hands. And as for the tournament... you don"t have to carry this alone. You"ve got Robby, and... you've got me."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide how much those words meant.

"You? Since when are you the altruistic type?"

He smiled, shrugging.

"Since I realized you're the most stubborn person I"ve ever met. And maybe... the most interesting."

You rolled your eyes but couldn"t stop the smile that slipped through.

"Thanks."

"Anytime."

He handed you a water bottle, and for the first time that day, the weight on your shoulders felt just a little lighter.

The next day, after finishing training with the Miyagi-Do students alongside Daniel and Chozen, you stayed behind at the dojo for your own session. The silence of the empty space was almost therapeutic, a much-needed pause to calm your mind from the worries of the past days.

You adjusted your position on the mat, took a deep breath, and began your sequence of movements, focusing on the details of each strike. The repetition brought a sense of control, something you desperately craved.

The quiet sound of footsteps interrupted your concentration. You paused but didn"t turn around immediately. When you finally did, there he was: Wolf, casually leaning against the dojo door, with that curious and slightly amused look.

You shook your head, grabbing your water bottle and taking a long sip before speaking.

"Enjoying the show?" The tease came out in a tired tone, but your smile betrayed the relief of seeing a familiar face.

Wolf stepped further inside, his hands in his pockets.

"Just making sure you're okay."

"I don't need a babysitter, Wolf." Your response was quick, but the unexpected warmth rising in your cheeks annoyed you. You tried to hide it by taking another sip of water.

He laughed, a low, almost husky sound, before crossing his arms.

"Maybe not, but everyone needs someone to look out for them sometimes."

The words hung in the air, heavy with something you couldn"t quite identify. You stared at him, trying to understand what he was really saying.

"And you'd be that someone?" Your question was more challenging than you intended, but there was genuine curiosity there.

Wolf shrugged, his eyes steady on yours.

"Maybe. Or maybe I just like breaking patterns. You"re not exactly the type to ask for help, and that... intrigues me."

You narrowed your eyes, feeling exposed but not uncomfortable.

"And what do you know about me to say that?"

He smiled, stepping closer.

"Enough. I know you carry the world on your shoulders because you think it's your duty. I know you won"t stop until you achieve what you want, even if it exhausts you. And I know that even when you're overwhelmed, you don"t let anyone see it."

The honesty in his voice was an unexpected blow, breaking through the walls you tried to keep up.

"That doesn't give you the right to analyze me, you know?"

"Maybe not, but I think you needed to hear it." He was standing right in front of you now, his expression more serious. "You don't have to do everything alone."

For a moment, you considered arguing, but the truth in his words was undeniable. Letting out a sigh, you looked away.

"You talk like you've known me for years."

"Maybe I'm just good at reading people."

"Or maybe you're just really bored."

Wolf laughed, stepping back slightly as if he knew he had struck a chord.

"Maybe. But bored or not, I think you should consider that you"re not as alone as you think."

He gave you one last look before turning to leave, leaving you alone again. But this time, the solitude felt a little less oppressive. Whatever he really wanted remained a mystery, but there was something about Wolf that made your mind keep returning to that conversation. Something you couldn"t ignore.

Wolf hesitated for a moment at the door, as if waiting for you to say something, but when the response didn"t come, he shrugged and walked out, leaving only the distant sound of his footsteps echoing down the hall. You stood there, motionless, staring at the spot where he had been just moments ago. The weight of his words still hung in the air, seeping into your mind like a nagging doubt.

Trying to push the thoughts away, you returned to the mat, but your focus had vanished. The movements were mechanically correct, but your mind wandered. "You don't have to do everything alone." That's what he had said. But what did Wolf know about carrying responsibilities? About being the eldest sibling, the representative of your family in a tournament that carried the legacy of Miyagi-Do and your father?

Frustrated with your own thoughts, you stopped, kicking the punching bag with force. The sound echoed in the empty room but didn't bring the relief you had hoped for.

"You're going to hurt yourself like that," Wolf's voice cut through the silence again, and you turned, surprised to see him standing at the entrance once more.

"You didn't leave?" you asked, frowning.

He gave a half-smile, one that always seemed on the verge between charm and provocation.

"I was going to. But I thought you might need company."

"And why would you think that?"

"Because you're hitting that punching bag like it's to blame for something."

You huffed, crossing your arms.

"Maybe it is."

Wolf laughed, walking onto the mat without asking permission, as if he already knew he wouldn"t be kicked out. He stopped by your side, looking directly at you.

"Listen, I know you think you can handle everything on your own, but you don"t need to hurt yourself trying to prove it."

"I'm not trying to prove anything."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

"No? Because from the outside, it looks exactly like that."

You opened your mouth to retort, but he continued before you could respond.

"Look, I"m not the kind of guy who usually cares about these things. But there's something about you... I don"t know, maybe it's that infuriating stubbornness... that makes me want to stick around."

Your breath hitched for a second. Wolf rarely spoke so directly, and it stirred something inside you.

"You don't know me, Wolf," your voice came out softer than you intended.

"Don"t I?" He took a step closer, and the proximity made you hold your breath. "Then let me get to know you."

The intensity in his eyes was almost unsettling, yet there was a sincerity there that you couldn"t ignore.

"What if I don"t want to?"

"Then you can keep pretending you can handle everything on your own. But I know that's not true."

The way he spoke, as if he saw straight through your defenses, was uncomfortable, but also... refreshing.

"Why do you care so much, anyway?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Wolf shrugged, but the teasing smile disappeared, leaving only honesty in its place.

"Because I know what it's like to feel alone."

His words caught you off guard, and something tightened in your chest. For the first time, Wolf seemed vulnerable, stripped of his calculated charm and provocations.

The silence that followed was filled only with the sound of your breathing. Finally, you looked away, unable to hold the weight of the moment.

"Maybe... maybe I do need someone to talk to." Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough.

Wolf smiled slightly, nodding.

"Then that's a good start."

He sat down on the mat, motioning for you to do the same. Against all your expectations, you obeyed, sitting beside him. For the first time, you felt like you didn"t have to carry everything on your own. Maybe, just maybe, Wolf was right.

As you both sat there, the silence settled again. This time, it wasn"t the uncomfortable kind from before but one that felt almost... companionable. Wolf stayed by your side, in no hurry to fill the void with unnecessary words. Somehow, that was comforting.

You sighed, finally breaking the silence. "I don't usually let my guard down like this, you know?"

He turned to look at you, the soft smile still present but his eyes now serious. "It's not a weakness to do that, you know?"

You laughed without much humor. "Maybe, but I"ve learned that trusting people usually comes with a price."

Wolf tilted his head, observing you as if trying to understand what lay behind your words. "You seem to carry a lot on your own, and I get that. But..." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "It "t always have to be that way."

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you speaking from experience?"

He hesitated, an almost imperceptible flicker of vulnerability crossing his eyes. "Maybe."

Your heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way he spoke, as if he was admitting more than his words revealed.

"And who takes care of you, Wolf?" you found yourself asking before you could think better of it.

He shrugged, the smile reappearing, but this time it felt like a shield rather than a reflection of amusement. "I never needed anyone."

"Funny," you replied, tilting your head slightly. "Seems like you're trying to convince me otherwise right now."

He chuckled softly, and the sound was ginuwine—a contrast to the usual sarcastic tone you were used to. "Fair point."

The moment felt heavier than usual, as if something was developing there, between the lines of what was said and unsaid.

"You know what?" he suddenly stood up, extending a hand to you. "Let's get out of here."

You frowned, looking at him suspiciously. "Where to?"

"Anywhere but here. You need a break."

"Wolf, I don"t have time for breaks. I have a tournament to win, a legacy to protect, and—"

"And a ton of pressure that's going to crush you if you don"t breathe for a moment." He interrupted, his tone firmer than before. "Trust me. Just an hour."

Against your better judgment, you took his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. "If this is an excuse to drag me into one of your stupid plans..."

"Hey, who do you think I am?" He gave a smile, that teasing one that was hard to ignore.

"You. Exactly why."

You both laughed, and, for a moment, the tension that seemed omnipresent disappeared. He guided you out of the dojo, and, as you walked through the streets of Barcelona, you found yourself feeling something you hadn’t felt in a long time: relief.

“You know, you’re not that unbearable,” you teased, breaking the silence as you walked.

“Don’t say that. It’ll ruin my reputation.”

And though there was still much to be resolved, for the first time in days, it felt like you could carry the weight of responsibilities a bit more lightly. Maybe, just maybe, letting someone in was the right choice.

The sound of Wolf’s sneakers scraping against the gym floor, combined with the sound of your still-labored breathing, created a quiet atmosphere between you as he led you out of the familiar space you had just left behind. He didn’t need to say anything else; his presence beside you seemed to speak more than any words could. What he wanted, what he intended, felt both clear and mysterious at the same time, like an unspoken promise carried by the wind.

As you crossed the gym’s hall, you noticed how he moved naturally, as if he were part of that environment, as if he held the key to all the doors. And no matter how much you tried to rationalize it, there was something about his gestures that made everything feel… right, or at least possible, even when it seemed impossible. And at that moment, you realized that maybe that was exactly what you needed: something to take your mind off the constant rhythm of your life.

Wolf opened the door to the outside, where the night was still fresh, and the breeze carried a hint of moisture, something that reminded you of the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. The streetlights were soft, almost intimate, tinting the sidewalks with a golden glow. It was the kind of night where everything felt quieter, calmer—even the city’s noise seemed distant, as if a protective layer surrounded everything.

He looked at you, his eyes shining with that intensity that was always present.

“Come on, it won’t take long,” he said, his voice soft but carrying something you couldn’t completely identify.

You followed him without asking many questions, your body seeming to obey the instinct you were beginning to trust. The smell of fresh coffee floated in the air as you passed small establishments, and the city seemed more alive than ever, yet, at the same time, everything felt like a stage for that unique moment between the two of you.

Wolf led you to a discreet café tucked away on a side street. The kind of place you’d never have noticed if you hadn’t followed his invitation. The exposed brick walls and the smell of roasted beans immediately welcomed your senses, like a warm hug on a chilly night. The barista, with a casual smile, waved at Wolf, as if he were a regular customer, and you noticed the relaxed vibe of the place, as if it were a refuge for people seeking a pause from the world.

“This is the place I wanted to show you,” Wolf said, nodding toward the barista, who was already preparing something special.

You looked around, taking a deep breath and absorbing the atmosphere—the kind of place that had an energy that seemed to embrace the tensions and worries of the outside world. The soft music and the murmurs of conversations in the background seemed distant, as if you and he were the only people in the world.

“It’s peaceful here, isn’t it?” you commented, mostly to yourself, as you settled into one of the corner tables near the window, where the soft candlelight illuminated the room almost magically.

Wolf sat across from you, his gaze fixed on you but unhurried to speak. He didn’t seem to want to rush anything, and that calmness of his was something you weren’t used to experiencing. His focus seemed to be on you, but in a much more subtle way than usual. There was no rush, no expectations—just a silent acceptance that time was merely a detail that night.

The barista brought two coffees, each with a special touch you hadn’t ordered but which, at the first sip, felt like exactly what you needed. The notes of the coffee were intense but smooth—a perfect contrast to the night’s energy. Wolf watched your reaction as you tasted the drink, a slight smile forming on his lips.

“Do you like it?” he asked, with a playful smile but with something more—a hint of depth behind his words.

You smiled back, feeling something within you begin to unwind, as if the tensions of the day were slowly fading away.

“Sometimes, it’s nice to be surprised,” you replied, relaxing a bit more as the conversation flowed naturally.

The conversation between you continued smoothly, without rushing toward an end. The moment seemed to unfold on its own, as if it were part of something greater, something being written between glances and smiles.

At some point, Wolf leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. His eyes, usually so intense, were soft, as if he were reading something you didn’t even know you were showing.

“You know, I didn’t expect this,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence. “You intrigue me.”

You blinked, surprised by his honesty, but before you could respond, he continued:

“I can’t explain it, but… being here with you, now, makes it feel like everything out there can wait.”

His words hung in the air, carrying a weight you weren’t sure you were ready to handle. But something in his voice, in the way he looked at you, made your heart race.

“Wolf…” you began, but the word seemed stuck in your throat.

He just smiled, leaning in a little closer until you could feel the light breeze of his breath.

“Can I surprise you one more time?” he asked softly, his tone gentle but carrying an intensity that made the air around you feel heavier.

You didn’t respond with words but didn’t pull away either. You felt your heart beat faster as he raised a hand, his fingers lightly grazing the side of your face as if testing boundaries. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a hesitant touch, almost like a question.

Your body froze for a moment. Conflicting emotions danced inside you—surprise, hesitation, and something deeper, something that seemed to have been waiting for this moment. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but as he began to pull away, as if respecting your reaction, you pulled him back.

Their lips met again, this time with a firmness that made everything around them disappear. The kiss was sweet and intense, a perfect contrast between hesitation and surrender. His hand slid to the back of your neck, while the other remained on the table, gripping it as if it were the only fixed point in the universe.

When you finally parted, your eyes met again. Silence returned, but now it was filled with unspoken meanings. He gave a small, almost shy smile—something rare for him.

"I think surprising you is becoming my favorite pastime," he joked, his voice low and husky.

You laughed, feeling your cheeks burn. You didn’t know what that moment meant, but something inside you had changed, as if the weight of the previous night and future expectations had been lightened. There was an unexpected ease you couldn’t explain.

"Left you speechless, princess?" he teased, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, though his eyes still held that softness that made your heart skip a beat.

You looked away for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, but you knew your blush was giving you away. Looking back at him, you feigned indignation.

"You’re so full of yourself, you know that?" you replied, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out softer than you intended.

Wolf leaned in again, closing the distance between you even more, as if it were a game he knew he was winning.

"But I’m not wrong, am I?" he said, his voice carrying an almost dangerous confidence.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he raised an eyebrow, daring you to deny it. There was something about him—a mix of carefree charm and overwhelming intensity—that made it hard to resist.

"You’re too cocky," you finally said, trying to take back control of the conversation, but his grin only grew wider.

Silence settled for a brief moment, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged with tension, as if the universe were holding its breath, waiting for the next move. And before you could overthink it, he reached out, his fingers lightly grazing the back of your hand on the table.

"You know..." he began, his voice lower now, "I don’t usually go after things that leave me uncertain. But you..." He paused, as if carefully choosing his words. "You’re different."

Your heart felt like a storm in your chest, yet you kept your gaze locked on his. It was impossible not to get lost in the intensity of that moment. Wolf wasn’t the type to waste words, and the weight of what he said made everything else disappear.

"Different how?" you asked, your voice quieter than you intended, as if you didn’t want to break the magic of the moment.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining with a mix of amusement and sincerity.

"Like something I didn’t know I needed until now," he replied, a soft smile playing on his lips before he added, "And, for some reason, I don’t want to go without it anymore."

Your heart felt like it was about to explode, and before you could say anything, he gently squeezed your hand. The touch was firm yet careful, as if he were asking permission for something yet to come.

And in that moment, you realized no words were needed. Whatever was happening between you wasn’t something to be explained—only felt.

[cobraka-i]

kwon

heyy can you pls do a kwon x y/n story, that y/n and Kwon are already dating and their in the Sekai Taikai as captains, and y/n is kreeses granddaughter and she’s a literal SOCIOPATH and blud is insane 💀 and she saves him from his death by taking the knife before he grabs it and running with it with another guy (probably Diego from the spanish dojo) from a dojo chasing her upstairs and she casually just pushes him off the railing and he’s the one that dies and y/n gets away with it and she’s like ‘it’s not my fault, he shouldn’t of chased me and he knew about the knife) and Kwons kinda like ‘wtff’ but he’s so in love 💀💀

A/n: LMAOOO THIS IS GOOD😭 I worked really hard on this y'all... I hope u enjoy 😓💕

𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝐷𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑡𝑏ℎ 𝑖𝑑𝑘... 𝐻𝑂𝑅𝑅𝑂𝑅? 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐸𝑅?

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠, 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐼𝑓 𝐷𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟... 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑛.

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Kwon loved you. You were his partner, his love, his everything. Being the granddaughter of Kreese meant you were amazing at manipulation, combat, and you had ruthless intelligence. Enough to break a man in both body and man.

The way you carried yourself—poised, dangerous, and utterly indifferent to the weight of lives—was something that both terrified and fascinated him.

Today was no different. You stood tall at the forefront of the Cobra Kai team, your eyes scanning the other teams. Your expression was unreadable, but Kwon had learned to understand the little things—the subtle flickers of excitement behind those cold eyes, the way you moved ever so slightly when she was truly intrigued. He couldn’t help but admire you.

He thought today was no different yet it had become different.

It happened in the blink of an eye. As the match ended, a sudden commotion erupted behind you. A figure lunged at you from the shadows—Diego, the most dangerous fighter from the Spanish dojo, a man who’d been gunning you since their last encounter. He’d seen the way you moved, the way you fought, and he didn’t like it.

Kwon saw it all happening too fast and wanted to reach out and help you, but he already his hands full.

Diego was coming for you.

You didn't flinch, making your movements fluid, almost graceful, as you swiftly disarmed Kwon, who was holding a knife, when running past him. Your hand snatching the blade from his grasp before he could even comprehend what was happening.

In one smooth motion, you were on the move again, darting down the hallway with Diego hot on your heels.

Kwon’s heart raced as he began to follow, completely ignoring hi fight with Axel and leaving him baffled. There was something in the way you were moving now that made him hesitate. You weren't panicking. In fact, you were calm, almost too calm.

"Y/N!" Kwon shouted, running after you, his feet pounding on the stairs behind you. He saw Diego just behind you, the knife in his hand now, desperate to finish what he started.

You reached the staircase that overlooked the main arena, a steep drop to the lower level. You were running with fluid speed, effortlessly leading Diego up the stairs. But then, in an unexpected flash, you turned.

Kwon barely had time to process the movement before your hand shot out, shoving Diego in the chest. He didn’t even have a chance to scream before his body was sent careening over the railing, falling to the floor below with a sickening thud.

You casually brushed your hands together, as if nothing had happened.

You didn’t even look back.

Kwon stood at the top of the stairs, frozen in disbelief. His eyes locked on the twisted body of Diego sprawled at the bottom, blood slowly pooling beneath him. His thoughts were racing. What the hell just happened?

It was then that you turned to face him, your face eerily calm as you strolled back toward him, the knife still in hand. Your smile was so unsettling that it made his blood run cold.

"It’s not my fault," you said, tone utterly matter-of-fact. "He shouldn’t have chased me. He knew about the knife. He made his choice."

Kwon blinked, still processing your words. His heart was thudding in his chest. He knew exactly what you were saying, and part of him understood it, but the other part—the one that had been so in love with her—was beginning to unravel.

"You… you pushed him," he said, almost in disbelief.

You raised an eyebrow, expression never faltering. "Yes, I did," you replied simply. "But don’t worry. It’s not my fault. He was going to die anyway. If I hadn’t done it, someone else would’ve. It’s survival."

Your gaze softened for a moment, and Kwon swore he saw a flicker of something—regret, maybe? But it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

You stepped closer, and for a moment, Kwon didn’t know what to do. Part of him wanted to shout, to be furious, but the other part—the part that had fallen for you, that couldn’t resist you—just melted under your gaze.

You were a monster, but you were his monster.

"I had to," she added with a shrug. "You understand, right?"

Kwon blinked, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He had always known you were dangerous—hell, he'd seen you kill before. But seeing you do it so... casually, as if it were nothing, unsettled him. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

He reached out to you, pulling you close. His voice was soft, but there was a hint of something dangerous in it as he spoke. "You’re insane," he muttered, his forehead resting against yours.

You smirked, your hand trailing up his chest. "I know," you whispered. "But I’m your insane."

Kwon sighed, his heart still racing, but he couldn't deny the pull between you guys. You were a sociopath. You were ,terrifying. But you were his—and no one else would ever be able to tame you.

"Let’s go," You said, your voice light. "I’m bored of this place."

Kwon didn’t know whether he was going to survive this relationship. But he knew one thing for sure: He would follow you anywhere.

As you two walked off into the chaos of the Sekai Taikai, the crowd oblivious to the brutal death that had just taken place, Kwon couldn’t help but wonder what his life had become. But as long as he had you by his side, the world could burn, and he would still choose you.

After all, it was just self defense.

[cobraka-i]

kwon

kwon as your boyfriend <3

a/n: whoops i broke my rule of only posting once a day lmao but idc this man is too fine to even regret this. if im gna write for ck it’ll probs be for only kwon i never really paid attention to the others ngl 😭🙏 maybe miguel (UPDATE I MEANT AXEL) too but idk ive seen fics n i think id make him ooc so bear w me lmao

we’re continuing with the overprotective partners squad™, starring bitches and bros and nonbinary hoes (ifykwim ILY) who just. are so down bad for their partners they’d do anything to keep them safe

this guy is one of the top ranked members 💯

although it is true, kwon is definitely protective over you– it depends however, as in, depending on how capable you are to defend yourself. this doesn’t only mean physically, verbally too.

if you are into karate and have the skills to pay the bills (another reference lmao), kwon won’t be as protective, as he himself acknowledges your strength and is very proud to let others know you are his partner.

if it’s the other way and you don’t do karate, it just increases his protectiveness– he won’t judge you for it or anything, but will offer to teach you some tricks in case of an “emergency” (basically him going to a match and won’t be there with you) so you can defend yourself, though you’d probably have a ‘guard’ with you lmao (yoon 💀)

very touchy, but more in private, and just an arm around your shoulders, back or waist in public. kwon would most likely give you his jacket too, as a sign for anyone not to mess with you

is so gentle with you behind closed doors; like full on holding your hand and pressing a soft kiss, holding your cheek and staring lovingly into your eyes, having you in his arms every time you kiss, he’s a whole different person when it comes to his partner, and obviously has a soft spot for you

teases a lot lmao. say, for example, you get jealous over someone walking over to him and ask for his number, kwon would quickly notice and be so smug with it– attempts to rile you up and see how long you can remain calm before before doing anything

won’t stop mentioning it too 💀 “aw, remember when you got jealous~? how cute.” will make it up to you though, by making out ‘til you aren’t mad anymore doing anything you want

lots of cuddling, kwon feels reassured and relaxed if you’re laying beside him– either having your head on his chest or on top of him (IN A NON DIRTY WAY STOP 💀), anything that includes you being close together = happy kwon

will defend your honor as many times necessary, this guy does not play when it comes to anyone badmouthing you in front of him, he won’t hesitate to kick their ass (literally)

always strives to cause a good impression to you. if you’re present during any of the tournaments he’s attending and such, kwon will be showing off lmao, that smirk on his face when he wins and sends a look your way

the longer you date, the more he’s sure you two will marry, in fact he’ll even bet his own life about it– kwon’s just that sure, he knows you won’t leave him, you’re stuck to him like glue and can’t run away 😭

“you can run but can’t hide from me” – kwon

“wanna bet about it” – you

uhhh what did you do lmao RUN

this man is too fine ugh how does he do it